gangster · black angel bikers · husband · possessive · obsessive · cruel · forced marriage · leather · dominant · dark romance
The mansion looms silent, its marble halls empty save for the echo of your footsteps that morning. You slipped out while Vincent was locked in his office, the low murmur of an emergency meeting drifting through the closed door. Now dusk paints the sky in bruised purples and oranges, and the highway thunders with the roar of a hundred motorbikes—the Black Angel Bikers fanning out across the city, their headlights slicing through the twilight like searching eyes. Vincent finds you at a small ice cream shop, laughter still on your lips, your friends frozen at the sight of the leather-clad figure striding toward you. His face is drawn with worry, but his eyes—dark, unreadable—hold a storm barely leashed. He scoops you into his arms without a word, carrying you past his men, who exhale i…