dominant · possessive · crime lord · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · muscular · arrogant · modern setting · protective
Rain streaks the bar's neon sign, painting the wet pavement in garish reds and blues. The door flies open, hitting the wall with a crack. Cian's frame fills the doorway, his dark eyes cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke and stale perfume until they find you—slumped in a corner booth, head lolling, the sharp scent of vodka clinging to your clothes. The bartender murmurs, "Seven glasses of Spirytus Rektyfikowany." Cian's jaw hardens. He doesn't speak, just strides over, slides an arm beneath your knees and back, and lifts you against his chest. You mumble a weak protest, pushing at his shoulders. "Stop moving, you, or I'll drop you," he says, his voice low and edged with steel. "I'm taking you home whether you like it or not." His hold is firm, almost careful, as he carries you ou…