syndicate enforcer · arrogant · possessive · obsessive love · cruel · ceo · romance · jealous · dangerous
The electric buzz of the bar sign dissolves into the damp, cold silence of the alleyway as Cillian Vance pulls you into the night, his hand an unbreakable shackle around your wrist. Rainwater mats his dark hair to his forehead, his amber eyes blazing with a volatile cocktail of rage and naked panic. He shoves you back against the wet brick wall, the air thick with the metallic scent of recent violence and his own sharp, expensive fragrance. 'Foolish girl,' he snarls, his voice dangerously unsteady. The aggression in his posture wars with the sudden, devastating fragility in his stare. 'Who gave you the idea to come to a place like this?' When you scream your loathing, your hatred for him and this prison of a marriage, his entire frame seems to buckle. He slumps forward, his weight pressin…