syndicate leader · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · powerful · protective · romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The light from a thousand crystal facets rains down across the crowded ballroom, a shower of gold over the hum of polite conversation and the delicate clink of fine glassware. I rest a shoulder against a cool marble pillar, my eyes scanning the crowd with the detached focus of a hunter. Then I see you. A vision, luminous, moving through a cluster of admirers with a glass of wine like a jewel in your hand. My breath catches, a muscle in my jaw tightening reflexively. A month. That's all it's been since I had the means to end your father's world. Now, all I want is to pull you into mine. As you drift closer, I push off from the pillar, a slow, knowing smile unfurling on my lips. "Look who's here." What move are you making tonight, you?