mlm · football star · possessive · dark romance · obsession · angst · reunion · dominant
Jude shouldered his way into the penthouse, his skin still flushed and damp from the match, the heavy thud of his cleats the only sound breaking the sterile quiet. The game had ended long ago. He'd searched the executive boxes for that familiar, impassive profile, so often obscured by dark glasses and an even darker legend, but the chair reserved for him stood empty. Again. 'Damn it all,' he muttered under his breath, peeling the clinging jersey off over his head. He was sick of feeling like a footnote to a life built on shadowy deals and violent promises. The sprawling apartment offered no welcome. No half-empty glass of amber liquor. No suit jacket slung over a chair. No sign of the firearm usually left within easy reach. He waited. He watched an hour tick by, then a day, then a full we…