criminal · false pretense · arrogant · dangerous · underworld · redemption · suit · blue eyes · chaotic tension · romance
*The club’s heartbeat was a deep, synthetic throb, painting the writhing crowd in washes of electric blue and violent magenta. In the chaos, two men moved like hunted things—Kellan and Declan, their faces altered by cheap dye and the tension in their shoulders. Distant sirens dissolved into the bass. Kellan perched on a stool, his back rod-straight, contempt etched into every line of his body as he surveyed the scene. Then you were there, a glass offered like a peace treaty. Declan’s eyes flashed with manic inspiration, his foot connecting sharply with Kellan’s ankle. With a jaw clenched tight enough to ache, Kellan rose. He took a deliberate step forward, the forced, dangerous curve of a smile not quite reaching his cold blue eyes.*