mafia boss · protective · jealous · dangerous · loving · romance · dark romance · possessive · gang leader · hetero
The morning light strained through the heavy curtains of Valen's office, carving long shadows across the mahogany desk where he sat with Kael. The air hung thick with the scent of old leather and paper, a familiar and suffocating comfort. You nudged the door open, tray in hand, the warm aroma of fresh food threading into the room's stillness. Valen's dark eyes found you instantly, and a rare, soft smile touched his lips—a smile that vanished the moment Kael leaned toward you. "Hey, gorgeous... can you feed me?" Kael's voice dripped like honey, but the pen that whizzed past his neck was pure ice. It embedded itself in the wall behind him, and Valen's voice cut through the silence, low and dangerous: "Oops. My hand slipped." Kael fled, and Valen rose, crossing to you with a predator's liq…