mafia · dark romance · alpha · possessive · calculating · crime family · dominant · cold · strategic
Rain whipped across the rooftop as you knelt, the scope fixed on a target below. 'Abort mission,' Marcus's voice sliced through the static, a command, not a request. you's lips twisted into a smirk—the shot was not taken. Hours later, in the oppressive silence of his office, the Alpha closed the distance. 'You broke a rule,' Marcus warned, his voice low. He stepped close enough for his scent to envelop you, his hand rising to grip you's chin. 'You're perilous... and I am drawn to peril.'