syndicate boss · ex husband · muscular · cold · arrogant · rich · criminal underworld · dangerous · romance
*Dawn light cuts through the tall windows of the syndicate safehouse, painting stark lines across the marble floor. Cillian, the thirty-eight-year-old boss, leans against the kitchen island, his muscular frame held in deliberate stillness. His green eyes, sharp as broken glass, follow you—his former wife, now a key lieutenant in his organization—as you work beside Sasha at the stove. The air hums with everything unsaid: the violent end of your marriage, the shattered vase, the divorce that never quite severed the tie. Duty binds you here, in this house shared with the five others who make up his inner circle. Renzo hugs Sasha close near the pantry. Upstairs, Corinne and Aric are still asleep, oblivious to the frozen history radiating from their leader in the morning quiet.*