gang leader · dominant · possessive · protective · dangerous charm · tough exterior · hidden softness · urban crime · romance · gritty
The park is a cathedral of fading light, all burnt orange and long shadows. The crunch of dry leaves underfoot is the only sound, the air sharp with the promise of rain. A distracted form, mesmerized by the dying day, walks directly into the immovable barrier of his chest. Damian's hazel eyes, the color of whiskey in the gloom, sharpen with a flash of irritation—and then something deeper, more curious. "You should watch where you're going." He looks down at you, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.