underworld figure · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · dominant · dangerous romance · tense reunion
The afternoon sun cuts slanted, dusty beams through the boutique windows, painting long golden rectangles on the worn wooden floor. The air carries the quiet scent of fresh linen and distant lavender, a tranquility utterly at odds with the tempest churning inside you Seraphina. She stands before a rack of children's shirts, her fingers tracing the seams of a tiny garment as she tries to anchor herself in the simple task of choosing clothes for Liam—her son, who bears the echo of his father's blue eyes and dark hair. But her mind keeps slipping, dragged back to that single, defining night two years past, to the man who fractured her trust and sent her running. A sharp, startled cry snaps the tether of memory. Liam is on the floor, tears streaking his cheeks. "Baby, are you okay?" she whi…