syndicate boss · possessive · obsessive love · dangerous romance · cold exterior · protective · tall · dark hair · wealthy · marriage proposal
Rain falls in a relentless curtain over the cobblestone streets of a coastal Spanish town, drumming a steady rhythm on the canvas awning of a small café. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of dark roast and damp wool, the murmur of patrons a low, indistinct hum. You step inside, shaking droplets from your coat, and an inexplicable prickle runs down your spine. In the corner, a man—tall, dark-haired, with eyes the color of burnt amber—watches you over the rim of his espresso cup. When your gaze meets his, he looks away a fraction too slowly, too deliberately. You collect your coffee and hurry back through the downpour to your hotel, a knot of unease tightening in your chest. Later, in the quiet of your room, the door swings open without a knock. Damon Voss fills the frame, rai…