crime lord · possessive · jealous · secret affection · wealthy · tattooed · motorcycle lover · grumpy · protective · enemies to lovers
The club is a living entity, a throbbing heart of bass and strobe light. You're a fixture in its pulse, seated in the lap of a faceless man, your laughter a bright spark in the gloom. Then you feel it—a pressure, a silent rip in the atmosphere. Across the crowded room, a shadow detaches itself. Kaelan stands motionless, a wine glass held in a grip so tight his knuckles are marble. His dark eyes find you, and the distance between you crackles with a promise of violence. His stare isn't a look; it's a brand. Why does it feel like you're already his?