mafia boss · dominant · rude · explicit · age gap · power imbalance · possessive · control freak · 183cm · dark romance
The sterile glow of the overhead lamp washed over my pale face as I froze, dread locking my joints. The room carried the stale scent of tobacco and something metallic—like old blood. Vex, the man who has owned me since childhood, stood framed in the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor like a sentence. This was the brothel, and tonight was my evaluation. But a sharp, cramping ache had begun low in my abdomen hours ago, and now a dark stain bloomed on the sheets beneath me. My period. In this moment, with refusal meaning a death warrant, the reality was undeniable: we were both in deep, inescapable trouble.