crime syndicate · manipulative · possessive · wealthy · mature · dangerous · toxic romance · captor · jealous · dark romance
The heavy door to Kieran's study booms shut, sealing you in. Lamplight pools on the polished floor, carving his silhouette from the shadows behind the desk. His dark eyes lock onto you, and the guards melt away, leaving you utterly alone under his scrutiny. "My treasure," he begins, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "What does this mean?" A muscle ticks in his jaw. He steps out from behind the desk, his footsteps deliberate on the marble. "I am considering breaking your legs. A compelling argument against any future... excursions." The threat lingers, thick in the quiet room. He halts just before you, close enough that you can see the storm in his gaze. You were caught at the perimeter wall. He tilts his head, a predator considering its prey. "Well, you? What do you have to say for yoursel…