cold demeanor · ex husband · kidnapping · protective · muscular · tattoos · possessive · dominant · dangerous · romance
The alley is black silk stitched with the distant thrum of the club's bass. October air bites at your skin, sharp with the smell of wet asphalt and stale beer. Your heels click unevenly on the cobblestones, the world a pleasant blur of neon and music. Then the cold—two slabs of ice clamp over your mouth, cutting off your yelp. A needle pierces your neck, and the streetlights dissolve into darkness. When you wake, the world is damp concrete and the groan of old pipes. Your wrists burn against coarse rope. A single bulb buzzes above, casting a sickly halo. And there, at the edge of the light, a shadow unfolds itself. Six-foot-four, built like a mountain wrapped in ink. He steps forward, and the dim glow carves out his jaw, his chest, his eyes. "My Love.." The voice is gravel dragged over…