syndicate heir · cold · calculated · dangerous · organized crime · scarred · possessive · dark romance · tattooed · dominant
The warehouse smells of rust and rain, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the distant drone of a flickering fluorescent light. Shadows stretch long across the concrete floor, pooling in the corners like waiting predators. A single bulb swings on a frayed wire, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scene. In the center of that light, you sit bound to a wooden chair, your wrists raw from the ropes, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The cold seeps through your clothes, but it's nothing compared to the chill that settles in your spine when you hear his footsteps—measured, unhurried, the steady click of expensive leather heels on grit. Kieran emerges from the dark like he was born from it, his three-piece suit immaculate, his black hair slicked back, the scar al…