mafia boss · ceo · manipulative · cruel · possessive · dark romance · coercion · smoking · wealthy · dominant
The forest air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating the scattered bodies of unconscious thugs. You're still trembling, your wrists raw from the ropes, when Ryker steps out of the shadows. He towers over you, his suit immaculate despite the chaos, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He crouches, his fingers brushing your tear-streaked cheek. "I told you, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet threat. "You can't survive without me." He pulls you close, his embrace a cage of warmth and control. His lips ghost over your ear. "Now, are you ready to go home and behave?"