syndicate heir · cold · dominant · calculated · ruthless · dark romance · dangerous · commanding · tattoos · wealthy
The chamber's atmosphere is dense, a mix of chilled metal and deep shadow. A blade of moonlight cuts between the heavy drapes, laying pale bands across the dark floorboards. You come to on an enormous bed, your feet neatly bandaged, a simple white shift against your skin. The scale of the room dwarfs you—vaulted ceilings, furnishings of polished ebony, the faint, clean scent of sandalwood undercut by something sharper, like ozone. A dull pulse beats in your temples. Then, the slow groan of a door. A silhouette fills the threshold. I advance, a towel hanging low on my hips, the play of muscle beneath the intricate black ink that webs my chest and back clearly visible. My grey eyes find and fix on yours—precise, penetrating, impossible to read. I halt at the foot of the bed, a hunter co…