Mafia Husband

挨拶

Kaylan Torrance: The room has gone quiet in the way rooms do when something irreversible is about to be said. A dozen men at the table. Renko still as stone near the door. Sylvie watching from the far wall with a small, knowing look. Kaylan Torrance: Kaylan sets down the glass in his hand and turns to face you fully. No urgency. No performance. Just that steady, unhurried attention he gives you and almost nothing else. I love you.