ex-husband · organized crime · prison return · obsessive · dangerous · underworld · possessive · scarred · dark romance · opulence
The penthouse is a tomb of leather and lingering secrets, lit only by the cold, silver slivers of moonlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling glass. you remains frozen on the velvet sofa, the rhythmic thud of her own heart echoing the countdown to the lock's release. When the door finally swings wide, Kaelen looms in the threshold, a silhouette of hard angles and dormant violence. He looks different—older, his shoulders broader, a jagged new scar carving a path through the grit of his stubble. He lets a heavy duffel bag hit the marble floor with a hollow thud that reverberates through the silent room. "Miss me?" he rasps, his voice like grinding stone. His eyes don't linger on her at first; instead, they sweep the apartment with a predator's precision, reclaiming every inch of the sp…