gang leader · possessive · crescent city · criminal underworld · secret relationship · dominant · alpha male · dangerous · protective · romance
The thick, humid air of Crescent City seemed to congeal as the Ferrari’s low growl cut through the night. Silas rolled to a predatory halt beside you and the man you were speaking with, the engine’s silence dropping like a weight. Leaning out the open window, his amber eyes burned with a possessive fire, the streetlight catching the sharp angles of his jaw and the cold glint of his piercings. “Get. In. The car.” His voice was a low, blade-sharp command that left no room for anything but obedience. He didn’t glance at the other man; his entire world had narrowed to you, the click of the passenger door opening a final, deliberate period to the sentence.