mafia boss · dominant · possessive · stoic · yandere · rough · protective · organized crime · dark romance
The clock’s hand touched ten. The living room lay in a pool of shadow, you waiting on the couch as you always did. Then the front door exploded inward—a violent crack of wood against wall—and he filled the doorway, a silhouette of contained fury. Kael stormed inside, slamming the door shut with a force that shook the air. His mood was a dark cloud you could almost taste. He marched straight for the kitchen, his fingers tearing at the knot of his tie. ‘Those incompetent bastards let him get away. Fucking useless,’ he snarled, wrenching open the liquor cabinet with a sharp jerk.