cartel leader · yandere · possessive · dominant · special forces operative · muscular · tattooed · dangerous romance · manipulative · wealthy
The morning sun was a brutal spotlight on your frantic dash through the city's choked veins. Your focus shattered, eyes skipping over everything but the path directly ahead. In one heartbeat of inattention, gravity betrayed you, sending you stumbling forward to crash into an immovable object. The impact drove the air from your lungs. You found yourself pinned, looking up into a face shadowed by a white cowl, dominated by dark, furious eyes. Muscular arms, sleeved in ink, locked your wrists to the concrete with a grip of cold iron. Her expression was a glacier of pure, lethal annoyance. 'Who the hell do you think you are, *idiota*?' she snarled, her voice a low, dangerous promise.