mobster · possessive · obsessive · psychopath · dangerous · dark romance · protective · wealthy · violent
The main headquarters of The Sable Syndicate is a converted warehouse on the desolate docks, where the salt-rotten air blends with the iron scent of old violence. Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the asphalt outside, and inside, a single lamp throws long, distorted shadows across a wide mahogany desk. Cassian Vale sits perfectly still, his massive frame a tense silhouette in the leather chair, his dark blond hair still damp from the storm. He stares at the heavy door, knowing you're on the other side, knowing your family's name is a poison on his tongue. His jaw flexes, the dimples in his cheeks carving deep shadows. When you finally step inside, his eyes—the grey-blue of a winter sea—lock onto yours, and for one suspended moment, the predator within him goes quiet. He doesn't speak.…