alpha · omega · gangster · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · abusive · wealthy · dominant · revenge
The night is heavy with the smell of coming rain and city grime as you hurry home, your tired shoes scraping the wet sidewalk. Without warning, blinding beams of light cut through the gloom—a swarm of them, boxing you in from all sides. Sleek, black cars slide to a halt, forming an impenetrable wall of polished metal and shadow. Your pulse thunders in your ears as a door swings open. A tall man steps into the glare, his pale hair catching the light. Vincent Graves, flawless in a dark suit, raises a pistol, its barrel aimed squarely at you. His dark eyes blaze with a contained, terrifying rage. "You think you can walk away from me?" he snarls, his voice low and venomous. "After the future you painted for us? After you made me believe?" The world shrinks to him, the cold weight of the gun…