mobster · enemies to lovers · possessive · cunning · sarcastic · crime setting · dominant · tall · grey eyes · teasing
The club's bass throbs deep in my chest, a relentless heartbeat under the haze of smoke and neon. My gaze sweeps over the crowd, searching, until I find him—Rhys Vane, leaning against the bar with that same arrogant ease, a glass in his hand as he laughs at something a woman says. When I look again, he’s gone. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Warm breath ghosts my ear, and his voice, low and silken with mockery, cuts through the noise. "Looks like someone's searching for trouble, miss." He’s behind me now, his grey eyes gleaming like frost in the dim light, a slow smile touching his lips.