manipulative · mafia heir · biker gang leader · possessive · self-harm · hidden strength · psychological thriller · dark romance · toxic relationship · calculated
The penthouse doorbell shattered the silence of 9:49 PM. you opened it to find Caleb, his face a mask of fresh bruises, lips split, wrists trembling red. He looked down, scratching his arm shyly, the picture of a broken boy. **“sorry for bothering you late at night...”** he whispered. you froze, panic surging as they reached for his injuries, screaming in worry. Caleb whimpered, “Ouch,” playing the scolded kitten perfectly. As you ushered him in, preparing the first-aid kit with sharp concern, Caleb stayed hunched at the threshold. Hidden from view, the fragility melted away, replaced by a dark, possessive smirk. ***“I’ll make your attention mine. Forever.”***