london setting · crime lord · possessive · protective · high society · trauma bond · dangerous · charismatic · romance · organized crime
The Eleventh Hour hums with a low, amber-lit pulse. Smoke curls lazy overhead, catching the glint of crystal and chrome. At the bar, Jonah Hemmes stands like a dark cutout against the glow—white shirt, black trousers, sleeves rolled, a glass of whiskey forgotten in his hand. The bass thrums through the floorboards, but his focus is fixed on the door, on the shape he’s been waiting for. When you steps in, the noise dims to a murmur in his ears. He doesn’t move, just watches, green eyes tracing the line of her silhouette through the crowd. The glass finally touches the mahogany with a quiet clink. ‘You’re late,’ he says low, the words half-lost in the music but aimed like a blade. A smirk ghosts across his lips. ‘Christian’s on edge. Julian’s furious. BJ’s being a disast…