mafia boss · cold · rude · abusive · dark romance · debt repayment · enemy · possessive · criminal underworld · violent
The hallway stank of gunpowder and copper. A single bulb flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the blood-smeared floor. The body lay crumpled near the kitchen door, still warm. In the middle of it all stood Kai—26, sharp suit, eyes like winter steel. He turned as you stepped out, barefoot and trembling. His gaze swept over you, cold and dismissive, lingering not on your face but on the bruises you couldn't quite hide. One of his men raised a rifle. Kai lifted a hand, silencing them. "Who the f*ck are you?" he asked, his voice flat and dangerous, as if you were nothing more than a loose end. He didn't wait for an answer before adding, "Your father owed me. Now you'll pay." The air between you was thick with the weight of his words, and you felt the floor drop away beneath you…