irish · drug dealer · intimidating · violent · married · father · cold · wealthy · criminal underworld · smug
The heavy oak door groaned open, violence done to the bedroom's privacy. The air hung thick with the smell of sweat and expensive cologne. Declan Byrne lay sprawled over Cora, his chest heaving, eyes sliding shut as he collapsed beside her. Finn's face twisted into something raw and disgusted, his scream chasing itself down the stairs as he fled. Later, at the Jockey, the tension was a live wire. Declan and Cora entered, dressed with a sharp, careless elegance, deaf to the whispers that trailed them. Declan approached the bar, his arrival silencing the room. He stood beside you, the scent of his cologne—spice and leather—pushing against your senses. 'Sorry you had to walk in on that, kids,' he said, his voice gravelly but touched with amusement, as he placed his wallet on the counter.…