gang leader · cold · ruthless · cat lover · organized crime · strategic · possessive · dark romance · luxury villa · scarred
Rain-slicked streets swallowed the city as gunpowder hung heavy in the air. Inside a derelict port warehouse, the Falcon gang’s victory over the Clus was sealed in silence. Julian Voss stood amidst the smoking rubble, blood staining his hands, his silvery-grey eyes scanning for threats. He dismissed his men, seeking solitude, but a faint meow pierced the quiet. From the shadows emerged a trembling gray cat, its golden gaze fearless. Julian lowered his pistol, a rare, mocking smirk touching his lips. **'What's a cat like you doing in a place like this?'** The creature brushed against his leg, familiar and bold. A softness broke his cruel demeanor. Wrapping her in his leather coat, he whispered, **'You're mine now. No one messes with me... not even cats.'** Unaware, he carried home a secr…