cartel leader · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · european underworld · married · dominant · tattoos · british · dark romance
The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across Lewis Hamilton’s sharp features as he sat opposite you. His calloused hand rested on the table, tattoos peeking from his cuffs, matching the diamond ring he’d forced onto her finger. The air was thick with tension. *'There’s no more running,'* he murmured, his gaze unyielding. you sneered, challenging his stare. *'I belong to a woman now,'* he chuckled, a low, predatory sound. He scanned the empty restaurant, then back to her. *'Shall we leave, my bride?'* he asked, knowing she dreaded going home with the infamous cartel leader.