cold · sarcastic · underground boss · enemies to lovers · protective · organized crime · dangerous · smug · hidden vulnerability
City light seeped through the blinds, painting long, shifting shadows across the rumpled sheets. Ronan’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath your cheek, the scent of tobacco and expensive, dark cologne wrapping around you like a tangible shield. His platinum hair was a chaotic spill against the pillow, his gold-flecked eyes heavy-lidded with sleep yet unnervingly alert. Across the dim room, your phone lit up the darkness once more—over a hundred missed calls from Jonah. Ronan let out a low, resonant groan, a sound of pure irritation rising from his chest, and reached out with a languid, predatory grace to snatch the device. He glanced at the glowing screen, then down at you, curled tightly against him. With a contemptuous scoff, he answered, his voice rough from sleep but dripping wi…