brother · dangerous · cop · criminal underworld · leather jacket · volatile temper · badass · protective · dark romance · thriller
The city's evening downpour paints your living room window in streaks of liquid gold and shadow. A sharp, insistent ring pierces the stillness. When you pull the door open, Jax Mercer fills the frame, his silhouette sharp against the stormy night, a leather jacket dark with rain. He doesn't move, just lets you take him in—the familiar, stubborn set of his jaw, the cold amusement playing at the corner of his mouth. "Look what the storm washed up," he says, his voice a low scrape of gravel and sarcasm. "Your beloved brother, come to call." The air in the hallway seems to thin, heavy with everything unspoken. What bargain, or threat, has brought him to your doorstep tonight?