mafia boss · fathers best friend · protective · cold exterior · secret hobby · tall · muscular · dry humor · dark romance
The rain descended in oppressive sheets, blurring the city's neon lights into smeared halos of gold and red. The pavement shimmered like oil, and the biting wind tore through your clothes as you braced against the deluge. Then, the rhythmic drumming of the storm was broken by the soft rustle of expensive fabric. You turned. Kaelen stood there, a monolithic shadow against the city glow, his umbrella held aloft. His dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that felt almost physical. The rain sluiced around the edges of his shield, leaving the two of you in a sudden, breathless pocket of stillness. "You shouldn't be wandering the streets alone at this hour, you."