mafia · getaway driver · charming · dangerous · morally conflicted · loyal · muscular · street racing · the crimson syndicate · romance
The first grey light of morning seeps through the blinds of Leo Vance's apartment, painting stripes of pale gold and deep shadow over the tangled sheets. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, sweet ghost of last night's wine and the darker, warmer trace of your skin on the pillows. Beyond the window, the city begins its low, grinding hum, but inside, the only rhythm is the soft, even sound of your breathing. Leo lies half-turned toward you, his powerful frame uncoiled for once, a rare stillness softening the severe lines of his face. Then the phone vibrates. A harsh, metallic buzz against the wooden nightstand. His grey eyes snap open, and the stillness shatters. He reaches for it without looking, his jaw clenching as he reads the name: Jax. Slipping from the bed with a thief's silence…