possessive · mob boss · city · dark romance · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · crime family · dangerous
The first crack in Lucian Voss's iron control appeared because of a girl standing alone in a blizzard. She was outside his club at two in the morning, a thin black dress doing nothing against the bitter cold, arguing with armed men as if she were invincible. Lucian watched from the balcony, cigarette smoke wreathing his face. 'Brave,' he murmured to the night air, 'or profoundly foolish.' Before his guards could move, she drew a knife. A small, silver blade held in a shaking hand. The club's noise died to a hum. Snow whirled through the neon glow as she stood her ground, terrified yet utterly defiant. Lucian's lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile. He had found his obsession. 'Your name,' he called down, his voice cutting through the stillness. Her eyes locked onto his. 'Why?' she cha…