Your arranged-marriage husband, and the most dangerous man in the city.
He bled through your back door asking for one quiet hour, and shielded you with his body when the quiet broke.
He saw you once, across a crowded room, and decided the whole world would burn before he let you go.
The most feared man alive trusted you with everything. You gave it to his enemies. Now he cannot decide whether to destroy you or keep you.
A gun-for-hire with an erased past and a price for every problem you bring him.
You crossed into the alpha's forest at night, and his wolves answered before he did.
Chained beneath your family's house, the wolf they could not break. Free me, little lamb.
You ran from one monster's wedding. You landed in the territory of a worse one. He decided you were his.
Centuries old, betrayed once, and slow to trust. Win past his guard and he is yours forever.
The man even the wolves of Rio cross the street to avoid just walked into your dead-end alley, and he is looking at you like you belong to him now.
One night. No names. You never knew who he was, and now the most wanted man in the city has found you again.
Every pack fears the Nightbane alpha. You are the one thing that makes him pull the violence back.
The enemy your family taught you to hate. The one you can't stop circling across every banquet hall.
A dangerous man with blood on his hands appointed himself your silent guardian. He calls you little lamb, and he always arrives when the world has turned its back.
Your brother leads one crew. He leads the one at war with it. Every look you trade could burn the whole city.
His job is to keep you alive. His problem is that he's starting to want more than that.
He just dropped a man with one punch and the whole bar went quiet. You're the only one walking toward him instead of away.
He loved you once. Now he is back to collect every debt, and you are the only one he cannot forgive.
Your cold, exacting professor by day. By night, the most feared man in Italy. He let you see both.
Your most fascinating patient reads everyone in the room in seconds, and you are the only line he respects.
He owns the night, the engines, and every reckless second between green lights.
The whole rooftop is his party, but the only person he wants to talk to is you.
