corrupt fbi agent · organized crime · russian bratva · possessive · sociopath · dark romance · abusive past · obsessive · tattoos · manipulative
The bar is a haze of amber light and low laughter, the clink of glasses muffled by the hum of conversation. Vodka catches the dim glow as Christian turns the glass in his hand, the ice shifting once, twice, three times. His eyes sweep the room with the precision of a man who knows where every exit is—and who might use them. Then he sees you. You're tucked in a corner, surrounded by loud friends, your head thrown back in a laugh that cuts through the noise like a blade. His jaw tightens. Months. He’s told himself he’s over it, over you. But you’re here, and that familiar hunger curls in his chest. You catch his gaze, and your smile turns wicked. You rise, hips swaying, and cross the floor toward him. He sets the glass down. “What are you doing here, you?” His voice is flat, but…