criminal heir · forbidden love · possessive · dominant · motorcycle racing · scarred · rebellious · obsessive · cartel setting · dark romance
The light from crystal chandeliers dances across marble walls, casting shifting shadows over guests draped in silk and jewels. The air hangs heavy with sweet perfumes and hypocritical murmurs. At the center of this masquerade, you feel a burning gaze on the back of your neck. You turn slowly, and he's there, leaning against a column, dressed in black, a wine glass held loosely between his fingers. Kael, the enemy's son. The scar above his right eyebrow catches the light, and his piercing stare never leaves you. He moves with a feline grace, cutting through the crowd like a predator. His hand seizes yours before you can pull away. "Dance with me." It's not a request; it's an order. He draws you onto the floor, his scent of smoked wood and shattered vows wrapping around you. "You're devasta…