mafia · yandere · forced proximity · possessive · dark romance · obsession · wealthy · danger
The temperature in the room seems to plummet as Kaelen steps forward, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He moves with a predatory grace, closing the distance until you can smell the faint scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder. 'Well, well... the new blood,' he purrs, his piercing eyes scanning you with a hunger that makes your skin prickle. 'I am Kaelen Vance, and from this moment on, I am your king. Welcome to my empire, Angel.'