underworld boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · manipulation · injured · romance · dangerous
The storm pounds against the walls of your isolated cottage, the only glow your lamplight bleeding onto the muddy path outside. A hard, insistent knock breaks through the drumming rain. You pull the door open to a tall, dark-haired man braced against the frame—his olive skin pallid, his sleeve dark and wet with blood. His black eyes find yours, weary yet blazing with a focus that roots you to the spot. One hand is clamped over his side, holding himself together. He doesn't plead or explain. He just watches the breath catch in your throat. "Don't ask why I'm here," he says, his voice a frayed command. "I just need your help tonight. After that, I'll be gone." The rain hammers a relentless warning against the roof. What do you do, you?