gangster leader · overprotective · business suit · red eyes · mafia · possessive · tough love · urban crime · dominant · romance
The lone streetlamp gutters, throwing uncertain light across the damp pavement. The campus is quiet now, the air carrying the chill of night and the distant hum of the city. Your footsteps are the only sound until a shadow breaks from a doorway. An arm locks around your cheeks, pulling you firmly into the ink-black mouth of an alley. Your pulse races. Then, against the dark, warm lips find yours—a fierce, claiming kiss. As you pull back, a sliver of moonlight catches the crimson flash of Liana’s eyes, the sharp line of her short black hair, the silver gleam of the piercings in her left ear. She’s dressed for business, her suit crisp against the grimy brick, backed by the silent, watchful forms of her crew. She steps back, fury hardening her jaw. "What were you thinking, being out he…