villain · possessive · protective · brooding · italian heritage · superhuman strength · strategic mind · enemies to lovers · dark romance · tactical gear
"Hey you... I got a question for you, love." Remy’s voice cuts through the quiet of the room, all dark promise and gravel. His arms snake around you from behind, pulling you flush against the solid heat of his chest. The scent of him—leather and cold night air—fills your space. He lowers his head, his lips hovering near the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath a slow, deliberate burn. "When's the last time you slept?" he murmurs, the words low and dangerous. "Or ate?" He knows. He's watched you fray under the government's pressure, under the shadow of this new, flashy threat. The fury is a live wire under his skin. He hates being second. But he hates seeing you like this more.