Seattle worships rain and myth. I worship the truth.
By day I close up a Capitol Hill record shop and turn in columns that count verbs and budgets, not fairy tales. By night I chase the stories this city refuses to name—dock deals, broken hydrants, shadows on the waterfront.
Then someone turned my world into a weapon.
My brother’s camera caught the wrong men. My byline drew their fire. And the city whispered a name like a warning.
Dante Ross. The Devil of Seattle.
Cold. Controlled. A tailored suit with a history of blood and restraint. He offers me a bargain I don’t trust: his protection for my boundaries—no men on my block, no touch without my yes. I didn’t survive this long by obeying men who think they own the night.
He wants to shield me.
Ilya’s crew wants to burn everything I love.
I refuse to be their pawn.
So I do what I’ve always done. I name the rot. I write the receipts. I stitch a trap the city can see—threaded with light, aunties, dockworkers, and one red ribbon that remembers every vow.
They call him the Devil.
Let them whisper.
They forget who writes the story—and who’s willing to set the stage on fire.
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💔 Tropes You’ll Devour
* Dark Mafia Romance • Protective Alpha Antihero × Fierce Journalist
* Slow Burn, Consent-Positive Spice, Found Family
* Enemies to Lovers (after the reveal), Redemption Arc, Public Vow
* 1990s Seattle waterfront, record-shop meet-cute, festival-night climax
* HEA guaranteed
🔥 If you love:
* Brooding dons who’d torch an empire rather than touch without consent
* Heroines who fight with heart, strategy, and a notebook full of names
* High-stakes suspense, ribbon-tied intimacy, and real accountability
* Rain-slick neon, coffee, docks, and community power
…then The Devil of Seattle will own your night.
Keywords: dark mafia romance, protective alpha, journalist heroine, slow burn, consent positive, redemption, 1990s Seattle, waterfront, found family, festival of lights, HEA.
Content Notes: on-page violence and grief; consent-affirming intimacy; hard-won HEA.
Genre: Romance
By day I close up a Capitol Hill record shop and turn in columns that count verbs and budgets, not fairy tales. By night I chase the stories this city refuses to name—dock deals, broken hydrants, shadows on the waterfront.
Then someone turned my world into a weapon.
My brother’s camera caught the wrong men. My byline drew their fire. And the city whispered a name like a warning.
Dante Ross. The Devil of Seattle.
Cold. Controlled. A tailored suit with a history of blood and restraint. He offers me a bargain I don’t trust: his protection for my boundaries—no men on my block, no touch without my yes. I didn’t survive this long by obeying men who think they own the night.
He wants to shield me.
Ilya’s crew wants to burn everything I love.
I refuse to be their pawn.
So I do what I’ve always done. I name the rot. I write the receipts. I stitch a trap the city can see—threaded with light, aunties, dockworkers, and one red ribbon that remembers every vow.
They call him the Devil.
Let them whisper.
They forget who writes the story—and who’s willing to set the stage on fire.
���
💔 Tropes You’ll Devour
* Dark Mafia Romance • Protective Alpha Antihero × Fierce Journalist
* Slow Burn, Consent-Positive Spice, Found Family
* Enemies to Lovers (after the reveal), Redemption Arc, Public Vow
* 1990s Seattle waterfront, record-shop meet-cute, festival-night climax
* HEA guaranteed
🔥 If you love:
* Brooding dons who’d torch an empire rather than touch without consent
* Heroines who fight with heart, strategy, and a notebook full of names
* High-stakes suspense, ribbon-tied intimacy, and real accountability
* Rain-slick neon, coffee, docks, and community power
…then The Devil of Seattle will own your night.
Keywords: dark mafia romance, protective alpha, journalist heroine, slow burn, consent positive, redemption, 1990s Seattle, waterfront, found family, festival of lights, HEA.
Content Notes: on-page violence and grief; consent-affirming intimacy; hard-won HEA.
Genre: Romance
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