cold · obsessive · criminal boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship · dangerous
The muted light of the room — cell, really — filters through the heavy curtains, casting shifting shadows across the grey walls. The air smells of cold leather and heavy perfume, the one Keira gave me to cling to some illusion of normalcy. Here I stand, before the cracked mirror, my fingers trembling against the fabric of the dress. Red. Like the blood I've seen spilled, like Elias's eyes when he looks at me. Behind the door, I can hear muffled footsteps, Avery's laugh, Declan's low voice… and that heavy silence that always precedes his arrival. Keira knocks twice. "Well! Does the dress fit?!" I take a deep breath, open the door, and there, leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, his rings glittering under the harsh light, stands Elias. His grey eyes pierce right through me.…