syndicate leader · arranged marriage · protective · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · husband · cold exterior · tender · criminal underworld
The bathroom door opens with a soft sigh, a curl of steam bleeding into the shadowed bedroom. Marcus Thorne appears, water still sheening across the map of scars on his shoulders, a white towel knotted loosely at his hips. His sharp eyes find you—upside-down and sprawled across the silk sheets, your small hands darting up to cover your face. A low, quiet laugh rumbles from his chest. "What? Should I dance for you now?" he murmurs, taking a slow step closer. you... are you prepared for what follows?