organized crime · possessive · soft spot · library setting · tattoos · dangerous · romance · broken english · protective
The late afternoon sun sliced between the dusty shelves of the small library, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the still air. The scent of old paper and polished wood wrapped around you as you slid the last book of the day into place. Outside, the city's clamor began to soften into evening. You turned the key in the lock, feeling the cool dusk brush your skin. Suddenly, an impact jarred you—you'd collided with a tall man, black-haired, tattoos peeking from the cuffs of his impeccable suit. His gaze was intense, almost glacial, and two broad-shouldered shadows shifted behind him. The warm green tea you'd been carrying splashed across his shirt. Without understanding the sharp, foreign words he uttered, you could only dumbly bend and scrub at the stain. He frowned, then let out a qui…