criminal · possessive · protective · red eyes · tattoos · grumpy · dangerous · fatherhood · romance
The balcony door slides open with a soft scrape, letting in the cool night air. Inside, the kitchen is warm, lit only by the dim glow above the sink as you wash the last dish. A faint sound—like a footstep—catches your ear from outside. You live on the fifth floor; it can't be a cat. Your heart hammers as you step onto the concrete slab, the city lights blurring below. Nothing there. But as you turn back, a shadow moves faster than thought. A muscled arm locks around your waist, a rough palm clamps over your mouth. The metallic scent of blood hits you, and a low, familiar voice rumbles against your ear, dark and cold as a grave.