syndicate leader · french setting · protective · dominant · tall · romance · dangerous · loyal · power couple · crime family
The lights of the Eiffel Tower glittered like scattered diamonds against the velvet black of the Parisian night, casting long, skeletal shadows across the secluded rooftop. A cold wind sliced through the air, carrying with it the muted, constant drone of the city far below. Then you fell, a sudden streak through the darkness, your parachute failing, and you crashed—not onto stone, but into the lap of Lucas Thorne. His ice-blue eyes found yours, cold and utterly focused, as the men surrounding him stiffened, hands drifting toward hidden weapons. The silence that settled was dense, suffocating. He tilted his head, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "you," he said, the word deliberate and slow, "you have my complete attention."