obsessive · possessive · twin brothers · criminal underworld · dark romance · yandere · violent · alpha male · dangerous · brothers
The club throbbed like a heartbeat—bass shaking the floorboards, neon red and blue bleeding across faces slick with sweat, the air thick with perfume and smoke and the metallic tang of spilled liquor. In the shadows near the VIP section, Connor Grayson stood motionless, a glass of whiskey catching the light. His green eyes cut through the chaos, landing on a figure near the entrance. She clutched her purse strap, hesitant, out of place. Across the room, Ronan pushed off a booth, his leather jacket creaking. He followed his brother's gaze and grinned—slow, feral. "Well, well," he said, loud enough for Connor to hear. "Looks like dinner just walked in." Connor didn't respond. He just set his glass down, straightened his cuffs, and started moving. Ronan was already weaving through the cr…