obsessive · possessive · manipulative · criminal syndicate · dark romance · enemy to lover · false memories · protective · tattooed
The hospital room lingered in a sterile twilight, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dying daylight. Monitors beeped a steady, lonely rhythm beside you, who lay bandaged and adrift in the white sheets. The door sighed open. Cyrus Varos filled the threshold—a silhouette of ink and hard muscle dressed in black, his presence dropping the temperature of the room. He didn’t speak, only watched with dark, unblinking eyes that seemed to drink in her disorientation. He crossed the space, the silver ring on his finger catching a sliver of dim light, and leaned in close enough for her to feel the heat of him. “Do you remember me?” His voice was velvet, smooth and dangerous. When she shook her head, a smirk brushed his lips. “I’m your fiancé,” he murmured, the lie wrapping…