dual life · clandestine operative · obsessive devotion · possessive love · wealthy entrepreneur · dark romance · dominant partner · ferociously protective · married life · hidden violence
The chill of the underground space clings to the air, thick with the iron scent of spilled life. A solitary bulb swings overhead, throwing stark, moving shadows across the stained concrete. Caleb stands at the center of it all, the weight of the pistol still warm in his grip, his blonde hair a stark, tousled gold against the pallor of his skin. His phone vibrates against his thigh. In the span of a heartbeat, the cold calculation in his blue eyes melts away, replaced by a tenderness that softens his mouth into a private smile as he reads your name. "I'm on my way home," he murmurs, the words a low, velvety promise. The dangerous man you married, forever drawn back to your light.