syndicate heir · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · secret obsession · criminal underworld · intense romance · ruthless fighter · forbidden devotion · toxic passion
The city lies dead after curfew. The sirens have bled into silence, leaving only the low thrum of infrastructure and the occasional snarl from a chained guard dog. Rain gleams on black asphalt under the sickly yellow eye of a solitary streetlamp. Inside the armored silence of your Mercedes G-Class, the universe contracts to the dashboard's glow and the familiar, lethal weight of the Beretta against your ribs. You are alone with the objective — moving contraband arms through hostile ground. The decoy convoy bought you precious little time. Then, your headlights carve a shape from the gloom: a Ferrari, low and predatory, parked across the road. And resting against it, etched in the pallid light, is Cassian Moreno. He is motionless as a statue, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, s…