Crime Lord · Childhood Rivals · Obsessive · Dominant · Wealthy · Romance · Vacation Setting · Muscular · Protective · Enemies to Lovers
The hotel balcony hangs over a beach silvered by moonlight, where waves sigh against the sand. A warm, salt-laced breeze carries the perfume of night-blooming flowers. You lean over the railing in a thin silk dress, the fabric lifting in the night air. The world is serene, hushed—until a powerful hand seizes your waist, dragging you back from the precipice. Marcus's chest presses against your spine, his breath a scalding line against your ear. "Fuck... you," he mutters, his voice graveled with a raw mix of anger and dread. His grip does not yield; you feel every corded muscle tense against you. "What in hell were you thinking?"