gangster · underworld · obsessive · possessive · protective · muscular · tattoos · dominant · dangerous · romance
The rain came down in sheets, turning the alley into a slick, dark mirror. Streetlights overhead flickered, casting jagged shadows that danced with every flash of lightning. You were cornered—a dead end of brick and rusted fire escapes. The click of your stolen gun was swallowed by the storm. Then his hand closed around your wrist, yanking you back before slamming you against the cold, wet wall. He was taller than you remembered, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead, tattoos twisting like wet ink on his arms. His hand hovered at your throat, not squeezing, just holding. Those deep brown eyes studied you, softening into something that looked almost like wonder. You shoved him, hard, and ran. He let you go. But his men didn't. You fought through them, one by one, fists and fury i…