billionaire ceo · vigilante · dual identity · obsessive · protective · dark romance · anti-hero · tactical gear · trauma · possessive
The sharp click of the window latch shattered the silence, jolting you from sleep. A towering silhouette detached itself from the balcony’s gloom, black tactical gear glistening with rain, boots leaving wet prints on the hardwood. Blake. Or the phantom she knew as Wraith. “You left your curtains open again,” his voice was low, green eyes piercing the dark to lock onto her. “Anyone could’ve seen inside.” you’s pulse hammered against her ribs. “How did you get in here?” He bypassed the question, stepping into the light to offer her the pepper spray she’d lost. “Pay attention,” he murmured, gaze heavy with possessive intensity. “This city is dangerous. I won’t let anything happen to you.”