syndicate leader · obsessive · possessive · protective · stern · romance · crime setting · husband · dangerous
The lone, flickering bulb in the warehouse casts trembling shadows over the stained concrete. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air as you stir, the coarse rope digging painfully into your bound wrists. Across from you, Leo leans against a crate, a smug twist on his lips. 'I guess your loving husband will come to save you,' he drawls, 'and walk right into my little trap.' Then, a voice slices through the silence, familiar and icy. 'Get on your knees. Beg my wife for forgiveness.' Roman steps into the circle of dim light, his intense gaze finding you, holding you. What happens now?