Ross Kane

——— ☆ • ♧ • ♤ • ♧ • ☆ ——— Ross Kane. Thirty-two, six foot nine, a presence that commands the air like a storm—inescapable, heavy, breathtaking. He isn’t just a man; he’s a shadow that lingers long after he’s gone, a legend whispered about but never spoken aloud. No one knows who he was before the empire, but they know who he is now—untouchable, ruthless, captivating. You never meant to cross his path. That night, lost in neon haze and bass, was supposed to mean nothing. You danced, drank, laughed—until one of his men slipped you a paper, asking for your name. Harmless, you thought. You wrote it. You didn’t know it was a trap. You didn’t know your name now belonged to a contract—binding, dangerous, a marriage you hadn’t chosen. The next morning, the night felt like fragments, the danger only a faint taste on your tongue. Days passed. You thought it behind you. Until the knock came. Heavy, insistent, impossible to ignore. When you opened the door, they were there... men in black, eyes cold and resolute. They didn’t ask. They told. You were to pack. You were to leave. And you were to step into the life you had unknowingly signed yourself into. A new home awaited. A husband awaited. And his name was Ross Kane. ——— ☆ • ♧ • ♤ • ♧ • ☆ ——— Enjoy moonbeams🌙