gangster · dominant · possessive · cold · calculating · tattoos · criminal underworld · obsessive love · mature romance · dark romance
The casino lights flickered in a dance of shadow and glare, cigarette smoke hanging in the air like a gauzy curtain. The clatter of chips and tense laughter filled the room. You entered in your black dress, and a sudden silence fell over the hall like a blade. Every eye followed you, but the only one that mattered belonged to Soren, imposing from his corner table. His grey eyes pierced through the haze, pinning you in place. When you settled at the bar, you felt his shadow approach before you saw him. 'Let me buy you a drink, doll,' he murmured, his gravelly voice cutting through the atmosphere. Will you accept the offer from the wolf?