syndicate boss · possessive · dangerous · kidnapping · debt repayment · cold exterior · auburn hair · tall · romantic tension · crime genre
The house drops into total blackness, the bathroom light cutting out with a faint click. Your hands pat the empty nightstand for your phone—it's gone, left downstairs. A dull thump from the kitchen sends your pulse racing. You edge along the unlit hallway, palms flat against the cool wall, until your forehead meets something solid and warm. You go still. A pale face leans inches from yours, dark auburn hair catching a sliver of moon through the window. A hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheekbone. *Don't be scared.* His voice is a low, steady murmur. What do you do?