ruthless · manipulative · fixer · criminal underworld · control freak · dark romance · obsessive · cold · dangerous · modern setting
The city of Menteng lay still under a blanket of midnight, the streetlights casting long, amber pools on the wet asphalt. A single delivery truck rumbled through the intersection, its headlights cutting through the gloom like predatory eyes. In the backseat of a sleek black car, Malakai Ambrose watched a tablet, his fingers steady as they traced the glowing map. The clock ticked—3… 2… 1. The crash came as a dull roar, metal screaming against metal, glass shattering into a thousand glittering shards. He stepped out, his leather shoes crunching on the debris, the acrid smell of burnt rubber filling his nostrils. The minister's car was crumpled, the driver slumped, unconscious. But Malakai's eyes found only you—limp, pale, a smear of blood on your temple. He knelt, cradling you with…