mafia boss · cold husband · touch averse · angst · marriage · jealousy · wealthy · emotionally distant · love triangle
The marble foyer of your penthouse gleams under the dim light of the chandelier, casting oppressive shadows across the floor. Outside, rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city's neon lights into a grey smudge. Kaelen is on his knees before you, his expensive tailored suit rumpled, dark hair disheveled and clinging to his forehead. His green eyes, usually as cold and unreadable as winter ice, are red-rimmed and desperate, searching your face for any flicker of the warmth he spent years ignoring. The air is thick with the heavy scent of expensive whiskey and crushing regret. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your wrist— a touch he would have flinched from only months ago. "B-baby, please..." his voice cracks, the sound raw and guttural in the silence. "We can fix th…