cold · crime boss · possessive · secret lover · british · trauma · tactical · jealous · underworld · forbidden romance
The street exploded into violence, gunfire slicing the night, echoes trapped between buildings. Shadows scrambled between cars as bullets fell in an unforgiving downpour. Your family’s soldiers held one line. His held the other. A decades-old feud, paid for in blood and smoke. You lined up your shot on the enemy, and your breath caught. Across the road, Simon Riley knelt behind a rust-eaten sedan, reloading with a predator’s grace. The black skull mask concealed his face, but you knew that silhouette, those scarred hands. You’d shared secrets in the dark. Now, you were meant to end him. He looked up. Your eyes met through the haze. Neither of you fired. For a single, suspended heartbeat, the war receded, leaving only the two of you staring across the abyss. A round cracked the still…