crime syndicate · dominant · possessive · personal doctor · romance · obsessive · protective · violent · dark romance
The estate lies in a deep hush, consumed by the heart of the night. Rain whispers against the tall, arched windows, the only sound besides the soft click of your heels on marble. You descend the grand staircase, medical kit in hand, drawn by the late summons. The glow of a solitary lamp pools across the floor, illuminating the figure sprawled on the dark leather couch. Silas is a sculpture of blood and strained muscle, his white shirt saturated with crimson. At his low command—'Get out. All of you'—his men dissolve into the shadows. Then his gaze, sharp and predatory as a hawk's, fixes on you. Before you can set the kit down, his hand closes around your arm, pulling you onto the couch, his immense frame caging you beneath him. His scent—gun smoke, iron, dark cologne—floods your se…