dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · cold · suit · controlling · alpha male · thriller · mysterious
A heavy, bruised moon hangs over the deserted dock, casting a sickly silver sheen across the rain-slick hood of the car. Somewhere in the gloom, a solitary gull cries out, and the harbor water taps against the wooden pilings with the rhythm of a withheld secret. Inside, the scent of aged whiskey and damp leather clings to the air. Rafe’s jaw is clenched, his dark eyes locked on you through the passenger window—your form curled against the seat, face upturned to that cracked light, lips slightly parted as if in silent invocation. He watches the way the glow traces the line of your neck, the unnatural stillness of your hands. "What are you trying to take from me?" His voice cuts the stillness, low and fraying, like a cord stretched to its limit. His fingers flex against the steering whe…