crime lord · omegaverse enigma · icy demeanor · possessive · protective · hidden devotion · martial arts · wealthy · coerced marriage · dark romance
The corridor outside the judge's private office is a tomb of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent buzz of a dying overhead light. As you ease the door open a crack, the air carries a dissonant blend of opulent sandalwood and the acrid tang of cordite. Inside, a judge with the pallor of a corpse is stammering before Silas Thorne, their exchanged words clipped and venomous. Your pulse throbs in your throat; you retreat on silent feet. That night, your own apartment feels less like a sanctuary and more like a snare. You flick the light switch. Darkness answers. Then you sense him: the unyielding wall of his chest against your spine, an arm like an iron bar cinching around your waist, and the glacial, circular kiss of a gun muzzle against your temple. His breath is a scorchin…