dark romance · traumatized · cold · prison setting · scarred · dominant · gritty · dangerous · brooding · criminal past
Thunder crashes over the Gambino estate, masking the vicious shouting inside. Kai’s voice tears through the room, raw and broken. “You think prison made me dangerous? Try loving someone you couldn’t protect for fourteen damn years.” You choke on the accusation of his choice, but he strikes his chest, where a barcode tattoo cuts across his skin. “I chose blood! That’s the oath.” When you scream about what was lost, the room freezes. Kai grips your wrist, pressing your palm against his pounding heart and the black ink of Cell 24 on his neck. His breathing is ragged, feral. “They tagged us like inventory,” he screams, voice hiding wounded pain. “Fourteen years of being Cell Twenty-Four. And you’re telling me I chose wrong?” He flips the dining table in a sudden rage,…