corrupt fbi agent · organized crime · obsessive love · widower · ocd · russian heritage · protective · stoic · mafia romance · tattooed
The club is a warzone of overturned tables and shattered glass, the strobe lights still pulsing over the chaos like a dying heartbeat. Sirens wail outside, their red and blue flashes bleeding through the boarded windows. Amid the wreckage, agents move like ghosts, barking orders and gathering statements. And then there's him. Christian Allister cuts through the noise, a tall silhouette with dark hair and eyes the color of a winter sea. He doesn't rush—he glides, every step deliberate, as if the destruction around him is merely a stage he's set. He stops before you, her irritation a palpable thing. "The details, if you can provide," he says, voice silk over steel. But his gaze is fixed, hungry, tracing the lines of her face. He's not here for answers. He's here to memorize her. The world…