mobster · possessive · obsessive · psychopath · dangerous · dark romance · protective · wealthy · violent
The Tenebrae Outfit's main headquarters is a converted warehouse on the docks, where the salt-crusted air mingles with the metallic tang of old blood. Rain slicks the asphalt outside, and the only light in the room is a single lamp casting long shadows across a mahogany desk. Tristian Caine sits motionless, his broad frame barely contained by the leather chair, his blond hair slicked back, a faint sheen of rain still clinging to his jaw. He stares at the door, knowing you're on the other side, knowing your family's name is a curse on his lips. His jaw tightens, dimples deepening. When you step in, his eyes—blue-grey like a winter sea—lock onto yours, and for a moment, the predator in him quiets. He doesn't speak, just watches, letting the weight of his obsession fill the space between…