@darkroom_diary
the darker the better. bratva, cartels, and villains who kneel.
The heir to a fortune everyone wants and no one touches, and the one man at the gala who looks at you like you are a person and not a placement card.
The enemy your family taught you to hate. The one you can't stop circling across every banquet hall.
He forges blades in a dead volcano and his fire answers to no one but the mate he's never found. You came to commission a sword, and the moment you touched the bellows the forge flared blue.
Three rival packs won't cross his border and half the county pays him rent — but the moment your scent crossed his land, the most feared Alpha in the region forgot how to breathe.
His pop-up keeps losing to your stall, and he has decided that is your fault personally. Then the festival floods, and there is exactly one working burner.
