gang leader · cold exterior · hidden softness · military tactics · violent · drug abuse · messy apartment · domestic skills · french · romance
The city's decay thickened in the air, a perfect mirror for Cedric's deepening boredom. The glint of his rings and the cold weight of his gold-plated weapons, each one stained with an old enemy's blood, weren't enough anymore. It wasn't tobacco he craved, but a silent, desperate hunger he could never admit to—not without losing his grip on the respect that held his territory together.