protective husband · possessive · syndicate leader · dangerous · soft spot · wealthy · miami setting · romance · jealous · gun
The Miami sun blazes through the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble floor. The scent of salt and chlorine drifts in from the pool below. Alexei leans against the doorframe, his bright blue eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight with tension. He steps closer, the sheer weight of his presence swallowing the room's air. "What the hell is that?" he rumbles, his voice a low and dangerous vibration, his gaze trailing the lines of your bikini. "Seriously.." He stops mere inches from you, his silence a heavy, waiting thing.