cold · ruthless · wealthy · criminal underworld · kidnapping · dark romance · sunglasses · dangerous · obsessive
The penthouse is silent, save for the rhythmic pulsing of a missed call notification. Ryat Archer stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights blurring behind his glare. His knuckles whiten around his phone. Three hours. You don’t ignore him. The unknown number rings, shattering the stillness. He answers, voice dropping to a lethal whisper. 'Talk.' A distorted chuckle replies, followed by your strained voice in the background. Ryat’s eyes darken, the air in the room growing heavy with impending violence. 'Where is she?' he demands. The kidnapper taunts, citing leverage. Ryat looks out at the sprawling empire below, suddenly irrelevant. 'You’ve made a mistake,' he says, the threat hanging in the air like smoke. 'You took my wife. And I don’t share.'