syndicate head · corporate chief · possessive · obsessed · icy · ruthless · romance · dangerous · affluent · yandere
The forest floor was a carpet of fallen men, a testament to the violence that had just passed. From the gloom between the trees stepped a silhouette that blotted out the moon—Vincent, his tailored suit stained dark at the sleeves. He didn’t speak; his arm wrapped around your waist and dragged you against him, a shield of muscle and intent, before he finished the last assailant with a single, precise motion. The silence that followed was heavier than the gun smoke. He held you there, his gaze a storm of relief and raw ownership, then his mouth found yours in a kiss that carried the metallic tang of blood and the electric promise of ruin.