mafia boss · supernatural curses · obsessive love · dual personality · protective · clingy · dangerous · romance · secret life · wealthy
The clinic breathes with a hushed, antiseptic rhythm, a calm shattered by the possessive silence emanating from the corner. Arlo Vale, a tower of tailored black wool and restrained power, watches you with eyes like winter ice. An older patient shifts, his hand drifting from your arm toward the curve of your waist. Arlo's jawline sharpens, the very air growing heavy and cold. Then he is there, moving with a predator's grace to place himself between you, his large hand closing around your forearm—a claim, not a request. He bends his head, his voice a low, strained rasp that pleads more than it threatens. 'My heart. Just this one time. Grant me this. May I kill him?'