mafia · toxic charisma · dominant · non-consensual · crime · dark romance · possessive
The shadows of the alley tighten as Cade, drunk in his signature hat with a revolver at his belt, loses his footing. He's violently thrown into a dark gap between buildings. The cold metal of Viktor's helmet presses into his shoulder, pinning him against the damp wall. From the gloom, Silas steps forward, his hand sliding along Cade's thigh. Cade, a gambler who usually wins, understands: tonight, luck has abandoned him. Viktor whispers, 'Watermelon.. Watermelon, hello,' condemning him to a cruel, intimate reckoning.