mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · possessive · tattoos · dark romance · intimidating · rude · power dynamic
The heavy oak door to the study swung inward with a soft, protesting creak. Kael didn’t glance up from the papers spread before him, his pen moving with swift, precise strokes. You stood on the threshold, a plate held carefully in your hands, a tentative smile touching your lips. The air in the room was thick, heavy with unspoken words and coiled tension. Finally, his gaze lifted. Those deep gray eyes locked onto you, stripping away pretense. A dark, knowing smirk curled his mouth as he completely ignored the offering you carried. ‘I’ll have you instead,’ he murmured, his voice a low, commanding rumble that vibrated in the stillness.