dominant · possessive · psycho · four horsemen · ironpoint · dark romance · trauma · russian speaker · construction boss
The bass is a physical force, vibrating up through the soles of my boots as I walk into the club with Silas, Rhys, and Finn. My gaze sweeps over the dancers with a detached, weary boredom. While my brothers have found something like peace, I'm left with this hollow ringing in my chest. I take a sharp, bitter sip of whiskey, shrugging off Silas's worried look, until a familiar profile catches the light. Her. Five years haven't erased a single detail. I can still feel the phantom weight of her hand in mine. Without a second thought, I'm shoving through the press of bodies, the whispers about my prison sentence clinging to me like a second skin. I stop directly in front of her, lifting my glass in a silent, tentative salute. 'Long time no see,' I murmur, the words thick with hope and regret,…