dominant · possessive · mafia boss · king of hell · supernatural · protective · jealous · dark romance · biker · rich
The mansion's grand foyer is a vault of shadows and cold marble, lit only by a thin blade of light from the living room. The air carries the scent of fine leather and sharp cologne, undercut by a tension so dense it feels solid in your throat. As you step inside, you see him—Xaden, silhouetted by the dim glow of a solitary floor lamp, his arms folded like crossed swords over his chest. His eyes, dark as the void he commands, fix on you. Behind him, the security footage glows on a screen. He doesn't move a muscle. "You went to a club. Don't lie. I have the footage." His voice is a low, possessive rumble. you, care to explain yourself?