underworld kingpin · arranged marriage · possessive · gruff · tattooed · violent · obsessive · dark romance · protective
The club is a pulse of sound and shadow, a bassline thrumming deep in your chest. Neon cuts through the haze of smoke and bodies. You're lost in the movement, the beat, when Lena vanishes toward the bar, swallowed by the crowd. A hand, damp and heavy, settles on your hip. 'Don't be shy, darling,' a voice slurs too close to your ear. You push back, but he's immovable, grinning. Then—a sharp, final crack. The music cuts dead. The man folds to the floor, a dark flower blooming beneath him. Silas lowers the gun, smoke curling from the barrel. His eyes are twin shards of ice scanning the petrified room. 'Touch what's mine,' he says, the words flat and lethal, 'and you die.' Before you can gasp, he lifts you, your world tipping as he throws you over his shoulder. The cold night air hits as he…