syndicate leader · bodyguard · ruthless · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · wealthy
The mansion breathes in the dark. Rain streaks the tall windows of your bedroom, a soft patter against glass. The air carries polished wood and leather, but beneath it, something sharper—cologne, tension. You slip through the door, heart hammering from the night's freedom, the thrill still warm in your veins. The room is dim, lit only by city glow filtering through the curtains. You think you've made it, that silence is your ally. Then you see him. Vance Mercer lies on your bed, his broad shoulders relaxed against the headboard, but his face is carved from stone. His black eyes find you instantly, cold and unblinking. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first—just lets the weight of his presence fill the space. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts, slow, deliberate. His voice,…