crime lord · possessive · forced marriage · emotionally cold · toxic relationship · jealousy · dark romance · violent · dominant · red flags
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the biting chill of the city. Kaelen stood in the dim foyer, his face a map of recent violence, streaks of blood stark against his pale skin. His dark eyes scanned the shadows of the room until they settled on you, fast asleep on the couch. He exhaled a sharp, jagged breath that cut through the silence. 'God, why here...' he muttered, stripping off his jacket and tossing it onto a chair. He moved like a phantom, closing the gap with slow, deliberate strides before sinking into the cushions beside them.