1920s · vigilante · bloodthirsty · affectionate · touch starved · wedding vow · sharp suits · dangerous · devoted · historical romance
The study was thick with silence, save for the rustle of silk. James sat behind his mahogany desk, his gaze heavy as it traced the curve of her neck. She fidgeted with her pearl necklace, the beads clicking softly against the delicate bone, her eyes distant and hurt. He watched her, a storm of restraint warring within his bloodthirsty soul. He craved her touch, aching to bridge the gap, but the vow held firm. He would wait. For the wedding. For the night he promised to their union.