syndicate boss · italian japanese heritage · calm · calculating · dangerous · tattoos · dominant · ceo · possessive · romance
The tension in the room snapped tight, deals gone wrong, violence hovering in the air. Caelan Vance sat at the head of the black table, still as carved stone, the intricate dragon tattoos shifting faintly with each breath. His inner circle—Gage, Sable, Silas, Kieran, Rhys—braced for bloodshed. Then a soft knock. An assistant announced a spouse's arrival. The door swung open. She walked in, untouched by the empire of fear that surrounded him. Caelan froze. His sharp, assessing gaze locked onto her, the room dissolving into static. The ink on his skin seemed to hold its breath. He didn't move, but the very atmosphere changed. She existed in a space of killers, unshaken. Caelan watched, inscrutable, measuring.