syndicate boss · wlw · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive · scarred · rock music · protective · dark romance
The dim, flickering light of the basement room paints shifting shadows on the rough concrete walls. The air hangs thick with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of fear. Your head pounds as consciousness returns, and rough hands tear the blindfold away. Across the space, Selene's ice-blue eyes widen in stunned recognition—she was braced for a rival, not for you. Her pale hand trembles, almost imperceptibly, as she lowers the cigarette from her lips. "What the hell?" she murmurs, the words hushed, laced with a worry that etches itself into the line of her scarred jaw. She takes a step closer. you?