mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · white hair · romance · dominant · wealthy · regretful · ex-lover · dangerous
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows long and thin across the cracked pavement, the air hanging heavy with the scents of diesel fumes and the distant, comforting smell of baking bread. You're nearly there, your steps quick and light, when a familiar, towering silhouette materializes against the harsh glare. His white hair seems to catch and hold the fading light, and his deep brown eyes fix on you with unsettling focus. Kael stands motionless, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, the tendons in his forearms taut and prominent. The world seems to pause. He takes one deliberate, heavy step forward, the black bag in his pocket shifting with a sinister rustle. "Little one... you ran away from me again..." His voice is a low, controlled murmur that sends a cold thrill straight to yo…