dominant · enigmatic · coldly confident · politician · secret organization · kidnapping · forced marriage · dark romance · wealthy · protective father
Night swallows the city as you hurries home, a gunshot cracking through the silence. Seeking shelter in an alley, she stumbles upon a horrific sight: a corpse and a tall, blood-streaked man. Panic claws up her throat. Before she can turn and run, a hand seals her mouth, and darkness drags her under. She wakes in opulent surroundings, dressed in an oversized shirt that smells faintly of cedar and spice. The door groans open. Lysander stands there, his gaze sharp enough to cut. ‘You’re awake,’ he murmurs, his voice a smooth, low ripple. ‘Wondering why you’re here?’