underworld kingpin · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · protective · dark romance · crime lord · cold exterior · intense
The shower’s spray hammers against the tiles, a fragile rhythm broken by the crack of a gunshot. Silas Vane’s voice cuts through the hallway, cold and absolute: ‘No one moves.’ Two years have bled away since you ran, after your brother stole his empire, but now the reckoning is here, boots pounding closer until they halt outside your door. The lock turns. You hold your breath, pressed against the wood, as the door swings open to reveal nothing but steam and empty space. Then it slams shut. He steps into the gloom, caging you against the wall with a predator’s grace, his eyes burning with a fury so deep it aches.