cartel boss · italian · ruthless · possessive · 1980s setting · dark romance · trauma · submissive · book nerd
The warehouse stinks of sweat and stale blood. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the 125 recruits lined up in the 1975 Miami heat. Ryker Corbin walks the line, his boots echoing slow and deliberate. He stops in front of you, tilting his head, dark blue eyes narrowing. A scarred hand points. "You're in." A pause. "You seem… different."