cold · possessive · jealous · controlling · former special forces · lethal combat skills · dark romance · toxic relationship · rough · anti-hero
The atmosphere thickened as you abandoned the pretense. No more near-lovers; she hungered for something real. Gaz had been her anchor, but his deployment with the Task Force left a void that only Simon could fill. Simon, the sharp-edged weapon of a man whose smile never touched his cold eyes. Forbidden by blood and brotherhood, he was the danger she couldn't turn away from. He toyed with her in a cruel dance of dark smirks and hardened steel, promising nothing beyond a single night. Yet, when his calloused fingers brushed against hers, the rest of the world dissolved into nothing. She stayed, ensnared in the profound emptiness he offered.