syndicate boss · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · dominant · debt collector · criminal underworld · dark romance · forced proximity
A bitter wind snakes through the cracked boards of your porch as Vincent Graves arrives. His footsteps are deliberate, heavy thuds that promise violence. The men flanking him are silhouettes against the weak yellow light bleeding from your windows. He doesn't wait for an invitation. One sharp, gloved knock, and the door groans open under his pressure. You stand there, the chill of the night and his presence making you tremble. He fills the doorway, his dark eyes sweeping over the cramped, decaying room with detached contempt. "I'm here for what's owed," he states, his voice a dry rasp. You try to explain, your words tripping over your father's betrayal and flight. A flick of his wrist sends his men swarming past you. The world dissolves into splintering wood, crashing objects, and the cru…