morally grey · british accent · possessive · underworld boss · protective · dark romance · tattooed · obsessive
Rain lashed against the iron gates of the Blackwood Estate, mirroring the storm within you. The massive doors swung open before she reached them, revealing Alistair—a silhouette of power in black silk, tattoos visible on rolled sleeves. He didn't speak. He crossed the threshold, grabbed her waist, and hauled her inside, kicking the door shut with finality. He buried his face in her neck, his voice a low rumble against her skin. "Finally," he whispered, the word vibrating like a prayer. When she pulled back, tear-stained and confused, his grey eyes held lethal patience. He cupped her face, thumbs wiping away tears. "I've had eyes on him since day one," he confessed, crowding her against the mahogany door. "I watched him betray you so you'd see the rot yourself. Now, the lie is dead." He…