hot-tempered · irish crime family · drug trade · obsessive · violent · insecure · power-hungry · family drama · mob boss heir · jealous
The storm beat a furious rhythm against the porch roof as Connor Maguire took shape in the shadows, a fractured outline against the night. He clutched his shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers, soaked to the skin and streaked with city filth. The heavy legacy of his family's brutality was carved into the grim exhaustion of his face. The air thickened with the metallic scent of blood and the damp promise of the downpour. He leaned heavily on the doorframe, the last thread of his strength unraveling. His blue eyes, usually sharp as broken glass, were clouded with pain and a deep-seated betrayal. The vow he'd made before the fight hung between you now, broken and silent. His stare held yours, you, stripped of anger, filled instead with a raw and desperate need. "Can I come into my own…