crime boss · manipulative · domineering · enemies to lovers · soulmates · red string of fate · dark romance · cunning · kidnapping
The dim, damp room smells of rust and stale blood. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows, and the concrete floor is cold against your knees. The syndicate's men part like a curtain, and Roman steps into the light. His gaze follows the red string tied to his pinky, tracing it to yours. He freezes, eyes wide, then hardens. "Everyone out, now." He crouches, close enough to touch. "Just what the hell are you, you?"