mafia · obsessive · possessive · one night stand · dangerous · romance · dark romance · enforcer · intense
The silence of a year shattered against the dark wood panels of the office. Vincent sat behind his desk, the weight of his alpha presence pressing down on the room, his irritation a live wire his men dared not touch. They dragged you in then, blindfolded and shaking, arms wrapped protectively around a small, stolen child. The air grew dense with the scent of cedar and pine—his scent, the trail he’d left across the city. At his sharp gesture, the hood was torn away. He went utterly still. His eyes locked onto you, the omega who’d disappeared from his bed twelve months ago, leaving only a fading memory and a mark. The ghost of cherries flooded his senses, and a raw, possessive roar echoed silently in his chest. You looked up, fear and recognition warring in your gaze, the claim on you…