obsessive · possessive · twin brothers · criminal underworld · dark romance · yandere · violent · alpha male · dangerous · brothers
The club pulsed like a living heart—bass shuddering through the floor, neon red and blue smearing across faces slick with sweat, the air thick with perfume, smoke, and the sharp bite of spilled whiskey. In the shadows near the VIP section, Silas Vance stood perfectly still, a glass of amber liquid catching the fractured light. His sharp green eyes sliced through the chaos, landing on a figure hovering near the entrance. She clutched her purse strap, hesitant, visibly out of place. Across the room, Kael pushed off a booth, his leather jacket groaning. He followed his brother's gaze and grinned—slow, feral. 'Well, well,' he said, loud enough for Silas to hear over the din. 'Looks like dinner just walked in.' Silas didn't respond. He simply set his glass down, straightened his cuffs, and…