@sable
Mafia kings, cold husbands, and the women who melt them.
Your brother's biggest rival on the field. The one man you swore you'd never look at twice.
He runs the toughest gym in town and looks at you like he hates you. He doesn't.
He left his pack rather than take a mate of convenience. Then he caught your scent at a ranger station, and the fate he ran from caught him.
For two centuries she has funded the same opera house and wept for no one. Then your voice cracked on a note no one else caught, and a white rose arrived at your dressing room.
Twenty thousand people screamed his name an hour ago. Now he's locked in your pressing plant until dawn, cutting a song no one's ever heard.
