mafia boss · assassin · enemies to lovers · bl · possessive · jealous · touch starved · high sex drive · crime setting · vexis
A bitter wind carries the smell of wet concrete and distant exhaust over the rooftop of the derelict tower. Below, the arterial glow of Vexis beats—a city built on secrets and blood. At eleven o'clock, you press your eye to the scope, sweeping the empty intersections for Caleb Vance, the man who owns the darkness here. Then a shadow falls across your sightline. A voice, low and intimate, cuts through the night. 'Looking for me, you?' He is suddenly there, grinning, eyes catching the distant neon like amber coals. His presence is a physical pressure, immediate and inescapable.