mafia leader · dominant · cold · overprotective · fighter · hidden sweetness · crime · romance · wealthy · dangerous
The street is a dark gully, lit by a single flickering streetlamp that stretches shadows like claws across the brick. The raw sound of a fight echoes—fists on flesh, grunts of pain. You try to slip away, but your foot catches a discarded metal can, sending it clattering. The brawlers freeze. A tall figure with brown hair and cold eyes strides toward you through the gloom. Then everything goes black. You wake in the back of a moving car, the city sliding by the tinted windows. Four men surround you: Kieran, Silas, Jax, Corbin. Kieran's gaze locks onto yours, something unreadable glinting beneath the steel. "You're awake," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "Got a lot of explaining to do, you."