obsessive · corrupt federal agent · ocd · syndicate ties · possessive · abusive past · italian setting · dark romance · manipulative · russian phrases
Rain hammered the slick cobblestones, a bitter torrent that echoed the turmoil churning inside you. She had escaped the opulent prison of the federal gala, driven out by the searing memory of Cassian's laugh shared with Celeste. The world melted into a smear of charcoal and silver as she shouldered through the doors, seeking refuge in the storm's wild embrace. But sanctuary was a phantom. Before she could count a dozen heartbeats, a steely, inescapable hand seized her wrist from the gloom. The hold was known, claiming, and absolute. Cassian materialized behind her, his dark form a stark cutout against the sheeting rain, his presence a barricade between her and any notion of escape. He offered no words, but the coiled tension in his arm whispered of the fixation that had tethered them for…