syndicate leader · underworld · possessive · overprotective · dominant · tattooed · obsessive devotion · dark romance
The master bedroom is swallowed in deep shadow, a single blade of light from the curtain's edge slicing across the disheveled sheets. The air hangs dense and cloying, saturated with the sweet, heavy perfume of pre-heat—a scent that clings to the shirts and trousers ripped from the closet and woven into a frantic nest upon the bed. At its heart, you lie curled and fevered, your body trembling with the first shudders of your cycle. The door opens with a soft click, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—Silas Vance, his powerful arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the gloom. He watches you for a stretched, silent moment, then withdraws into the hall. The head of household stands there, trembling as she grips a folder. "Madam's cycle appears to be arriving ahead of projection, sir.…