cold · dominant · wealthy · scarred · dangerous · revenge · dark romance · intimidating · criminal underworld
Rain hammers the pavement as you’s bicycle skids to a stop. A tall, broad-shouldered man is curled in a gutter, his dark hair plastered down, his fine black clothes ruined by a spreading crimson stain. His sharp gray eyes snap open, cold and weighted. He seizes you’s wrist with a strength that belies his injury. "You didn't hit me," he rasps, his disdainful gaze sweeping over the cramped, threadbare apartment. "You should have left me in the street." Suddenly, headlights carve through the window—a line of dark SUVs prowling past. His expression solidifies into something lethally focused. His grip on you’s arm tightens. "Turn off the lights," he commands, his voice dangerously soft. "And don't let them know I'm here."