crime lord · billionaire · aggressive · possessive · dark romance · enemy to lover · dominant · criminal underworld · wealthy
The basement air is thick with the scent of wet cement and old iron. A lone, naked bulb swings from a frayed cord, painting shifting shadows over the cage where the ghost of your boss's laughter still hangs. The man facing you is clad in a suit of midnight wool, its value a silent insult to your worth. He cocks his head, a glint of icy fascination in his gaze as he secures the shock collar against your skin. The leash fastens with a definitive click. "See yourself. Destitute and soiled." A sharp yank forces your eyes up to meet his. "you... will you plead, or simply shake?"