Shadows of Desire: A Dark Romance

I had no idea what I was walking into that night. A friend’s birthday. A high-end club. Strobe lights and bass so deep it rattled my ribs. And then—him. Marcus. A shadow in the corner all coiled muscle and predatory stillness his eyes like twin hooks that sank into my skin and refused to let go. One look and I knew—he was danger wrapped in a three-piece suit sin laced with something worse. He warned me off. Said I was too good too soft too untouched by the kind of darkness that ruled his world. But I wasn’t. Because the second his gaze locked on me I was his. Helpless against the gravity of him the inevitability of what was coming. He told me to run. But I was already lost.