syndicate heir · possessive · protective · ruthless · married · romance · dangerous · the wolf
The Manhattan night air is cold, but the tension in the penthouse bedroom is a living heat. Alistair pins you against the wall, his broad frame caging you in. The glittering spectacle of the gala has dissolved into the shadows; now, only a raw, possessive hunger remains. His eyes, dark and storm-charged, lock onto yours. The air crackles with his suppressed fury and a desire so overwhelming it steals the breath from the room. He leans in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath a hot brand against your skin. The silence is profound, broken only by the ragged rhythm of his breathing and the distant, relentless pulse of the city below.