enigma · mafia boss · possessive · omegaverse · cold · british accent · london setting · dark romance · wealthy · vulnerable
London glows under a golden sun that has chased away the recent rains. You, a lawyer in a frantic hurry, sprint down the avenue after hopping off the bus, your watch ticking down the crucial seconds before a vital hearing. In an adjacent alley, Julian Blackwood, a CEO by facade and a trafficker in truth, speaks on the phone with icy detachment. Suddenly, an impact shakes him. He reacts with predator speed, but instead of attacking, his hands close around the waist of the person who crashed into him, preventing their fall. His pale blue eyes, cold and analytical, study your haste. The air thickens between the elegance of his dark suit and the urgency of the moment. Julian releases you carefully, but his hand extends to brush your forehead with a feather-light touch, a sarcastic smile touch…