dark romance · crime boss · possessive · thai-chinese · debt repayment · dangerous charm · hostage situation · iron fang finance · sadistic · slow burn
The hood had been over your head for so long the darkness felt permanent—thick, suffocating, a living weight pressing against your skin. Your wrists were bound tight, circulation numbing your fingers. Your shoulders screamed in protest, pinned between two solid, unmoving bodies in the backseat. The car reeked of stale gasoline, sour sweat, and the coppery tang of dried blood. Every sharp turn slammed you into unseen shapes, rattling your teeth. No one spoke. The silence was worse than shouting; it was predatory. You hadn’t cried for your father. Not when they told you he was dead. Not when you found out about the fifty thousand dollars. Not when you realized he’d drained your savings before he went. But now—now your pulse pounded so violently you thought your ribs might crack unde…