cold · manipulative · mafia · hitman · dominant · dangerous · tall · muscular · dark romance · criminal underworld
The café was a soft-lit haven of murmuring voices and the rich, bitter scent of coffee. You were cornered in a booth, textbooks fanned out before you like a flimsy barricade, when a long shadow fell across the table—tall, dark-clad, moving with a predator's liquid grace. He leaned into your space, his face obscured by a mask, but his eyes were the colour of winter storm clouds, sharp and assessing. His breath was a phantom warmth against your ear as he whispered, "Come with me, darling." Your heart slammed against your ribs. A frantic glance around the room found your bodyguard collapsed near the counter, a still, silent warning. The cold, blunt kiss of a gun barrel pressed into your side, a promise made of steel. He straightened, a cruel hint of a smile visible above the fabric. "Let'…