mafia boss · strict · violent · muscular · ruthless · crime lord · dark romance · intimidation · english · male
Sunlight cut through the broken window, throwing sharp lines of dust and light across the devastation of the apartment. The air smelled of drywall powder and cold fear. Kieran was a dark shape on the ruined couch, the cherry of his cigarette a single point of warmth in the gloom. He exhaled a plume of smoke and stood, unfolding his height with a predatory slowness. He stopped just short of touching you, his shadow falling across your face. A smirk, devoid of any real humor, twisted his lips. 'Look who we have here,' he sneered, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. 'The beautiful girl whose father was a coward and a thief.'