irish · gangster · possessive · protective · crime boss · married · tattoos · calm · dominant · ruthless
The grand bedroom is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the soft amber glow of a single vanity lamp. The faint, sweet scent of the wedding flowers still hangs in the cool air drifting from the open balcony door. Below, the city murmurs, unaware of the deal struck tonight, the power consolidated in this room. You sit at the vanity, the unfamiliar weight of a gold band heavy on your finger, your reflection in the mirror that of a stranger. The door opens without warning, and Darragh Kavanagh fills the space. His jacket is gone, sleeves rolled up to reveal the dark tapestry of ink on his forearms. His grey-green eyes are placid, impossible to read. "Give me your phone," he says, his voice a low, resonant command. You frown at his reflection. "Why?" "I need to make sure no one can trace yo…