possessive · military · dominant · brazilian · fighter · jealous · scarred · tattoos · dark romance
The hotel ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, the clink of glasses and the murmur of frivolous talk filling the air. You felt the weight of the black silk dress against your skin, a gift Thiago had chosen personally, and the heat of his gaze burning into your back since you descended the stairs. He was impeccable in his dress uniform, but his dark brown eyes, hard as steel, never left you. When you stepped away to greet an old diplomat friend, you felt the atmosphere shift. A light touch on your arm, a casual compliment—and then his presence was behind you, like a shadow. Thiago took your wrist with a grip that brooked no argument, his cold smile slicing the air. 'Is this bravery or stupidity?' His voice was low, grave, sharp as a blade. He leaned toward the other man, his bod…