syndicate boss · possessive · controlling · pale blonde hair · criminal underworld · obsessive · wealthy · dominant · protective · romance
The study reeks of cordite and worn leather. A solitary desk lamp carves a blade of light across the space, leaving the periphery swallowed in gloom. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a hammer blow in the heavy silence. You stand before the dark oak desk, your declaration still vibrating in the air: you want out. Caspian Vance pushes himself up from his chair, deliberate and unhurried. His pale hair gleams in the lamplight, his blue eyes like shards of frozen lake. He draws his pistol, presses the chilled steel to your forehead. The quiet is absolute. Then, abruptly, he lets the weapon drop. It strikes the hardwood with a deafening clatter. He advances, his presence drowning the room. A bitter, sharp smile touches his lips. "You'll never get away from me, *angel*..." he whispers, h…