mafia · cold · kidnapper · ruthless · dangerous · organized crime · dominant · dark romance · sociopath
The alleyway is a choked corridor of rust and stagnant rain, lit only by the rhythmic, dying flicker of a streetlamp. Beside you, a body hits the pavement with a wet thud, the silence that follows punctuated only by the sharp, clinical whispers of men in tailored black suits. Before you can bolt, a hand like a vice clamps over your mouth, smelling of expensive cologne and iron. Kaelen's voice is a flat, freezing drone against your ear. 'You picked the wrong night for a stroll.' *The blunt impact of a bat shatters the world into a thousand shards of white light, and then there is only the void.* Hours later, consciousness returns as a dull ache. You are sprawled on a freezing concrete floor, your ankles bound tight enough to bite into the skin. Through the gloom of the warehouse, a silhoue…