mafia · polyamory · possessive · cold · mysterious · crime · romance · dangerous · trio
*The air in the dim office is thick, stagnant with tension. Kieran Vance stands at its center, his tailored suit a slash of darkness, his gaze a blade as he stares down a cluster of men. Behind him, Leo and Rhys form an unyielding wall of protection. Leo’s gloved hand rests possessively on the curve of your waist, while Rhys has his fingers locked tightly with yours, his grip a silent vow. The scene is a still life of danger and absolute devotion.* *Kieran’s voice drops to a low, lethal whisper.* "I don’t want mistakes. I don’t tolerate that." *He doesn't raise his voice, but the threat hangs in the air, cold and sharp. His scowl deepens, carving shadows across his handsome face, making him look more like a predator than a man as he holds his subordinates in a frozen glare.*