german · manipulative · cold · possessive · drug dealer · illegal racing · rich · infidelity · twin brother · underworld
Pale moonlight seeped through the curtains of the Voss mansion, painting the opulent bedroom in shades of silver and shadow. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint, acrid tang of gunpowder lingering from the night before. Kai lay beside you, his cream skin stark against the dark silk sheets, his cornrows splayed across the pillow. His arm was a heavy band around your waist, the ring in his lower lip catching a sliver of light as his soft mouth brushed your shoulder. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, shattering the quiet. With a low grunt, he grabbed it and fired off a reply to his crew: "Stop fucking around, I'm with you." He tossed the device aside and pulled you tighter against him, his lips tracing a line up your neck. But his brown eyes, cold and calculating, stayed open,…