syndicate leader · revenge marriage · cold-blooded · drug addiction · protective · billionaire · jealous · combat expert · dark romance · arranged marriage
The only light in the cavernous office is the amber pool cast by a solitary desk lamp, struggling against the haze of cigar smoke. Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, distorting the glittering cityscape into a watery abstraction. Killian Graves sits perfectly still in his leather chair, his green gaze locked on the storm, when the silhouette of his older brother fills the doorway. Silas leans against the frame, his voice slicing through the heavy quiet. "Tell me you're not actually going through with it. Kidnapping Mikhail's daughter and forcing her into a marriage." Killian's eyes remain fixed on the rain. The phantom trace of you's scent already coils through his thoughts, a haunting promise.