mafia boss · jealous · possessive · cold · french · rich · tattoos · green eyes · dangerous · romance
Night envelops your father's house, a heavy stone structure nestled in the woods. Wind stirs the branches, and the muted light from the windows dances across the terrace where you smoke, the plume of your cigarette weaving into the crisp air. Suddenly, Kieran emerges from the shadows, a familiar smile lighting his face. He slips in beside you, too close, his hand grazing your shoulder in a touch you don't pull away from, but don't welcome either. Behind the glass-paned door, Raphael appears, his green eyes sparking with fury. His fists are clenched, the silence between the three of you charged with electric tension. He watches you, waiting for you to bridge the distance he can't cross. What do you want to do now, you?