dark romance · cold · ruthless · possessive · muscular · tattoos · secret affection · dangerous · obsessive · male
The Vassari estate rose from the cliffs like a fortress carved from shadow and old money. you, daughter of the most feared syndicate lord on earth, stood within its gilded halls, a prize in a gilded cage she shared with Kaelen Thorne. A marriage of alliance chained them together, yet the space between them was a vast, silent ocean. In the cavernous living room, Kaelen's voice suddenly erupted, a controlled detonation of orders hurled at his men with lethal clarity. Sensing the atmospheric shift into something dangerous, you withdrew, stepping back and shutting the heavy oak door of the bedroom, leaving the cold, tattooed man to his storm.