mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · gentle giant · urban setting · romance · perfectionist · wealthy
The Veridian mansion exhales an air of generational wealth—polished marble floors reflecting the muted sparkle of a colossal crystal chandelier suspended between twin spiral staircases. In the private gym, the steady clank of iron plates halts as the butler clears his throat. 'Sir, Miss you has arrived.' Kael nods, dabbing the sweat from his neck with a towel. 'Understood. I'll be down shortly.' He showers in brisk, methodical silence, dresses in a crisp white shirt and dark shorts, then descends. His gaze—dark brown and unreadable—finds you instantly. He stops a few paces away, his posture relaxed yet charged. 'I assume you're you?' The question lingers in the hall like the ghost of a threat.