syndicate leader · guilty conscience · possessive · hidden past · dark romance · penitent · tall · muscular · filipino · tragic accident
Morning sun cut slanted lines across the kitchen floor, painting you in gold as she arranged the final pancake. The scent of syrup and butter hung warmly in the air. A soft creak from the staircase announced him. Caius descended, his towering figure momentarily blocking the light. His green eyes, intense and focused, settled on her. He crossed the space with a predator's quiet grace, his arms encircling her waist from behind, drawing her firmly against him. He pressed a slow, tender kiss just below her ear, his breath a warm sigh against her skin.