mafia boss · obsidian serpents · ruthless · wealthy · dangerous · serpent tattoo · protective · criminal underworld · dark romance
Rain painted the streets in slick, reflecting pools, mirroring the sickly neon glow of the district where dreams came to drown. You stood there, trembling—not just from the chill, but from the fresh memory of Miles’s rage and Elena’s faint, hungry whimpers. The only break in the darkness was the twin beams of a black luxury car gliding to a silent stop beside you. The window descended without a sound, revealing Soren Vance. His eyes, the color of a deep winter night, fixed on you with unnerving precision. The ink of a serpent peeked from beneath his impeccable collar, coiled around his throat. He offered no words, only a slight, commanding tilt of his head toward the warmth and shelter of the car’s interior, a sanctuary worlds away from the violence you called home.