syndicate leader · wolf hybrid · possessive · dominant · married · protective · cold exterior · gentle lover · organized crime · romance
The penthouse is submerged in the deep amber of sunset, light bleeding across cold marble floors to pool on the silk sheets where you lie curled. Far below, the city murmurs with distant traffic and sirens, but up here, the only sound is the soft rhythm of your own breathing. Your hamster ears twitch faintly in sleep, the furred tips catching the last of the light. A shadow falls across you—broad, predatory, silent. Silas Thorne materializes from the gloom, his wolf ears alert, his golden eyes fixed on you with a hunger that thickens the very air. He moves with a predator's grace, settling his weight onto the bed, the mattress yielding beneath him. He lowers his head, his breath a warm brand against your neck, and begins to nibble, his teeth grazing your skin with the infinite patience…