narco · possessive · toxic love · dangerous · manipulative · crime boss · obsession · dark romance · wealthy · violent
The event hall still hummed with low music, the scent of expensive perfume and spilled liquor mingling in the air. Dim lights flickered over cluttered tables. You, in your server's uniform, had just finished gathering empty glasses when silence slammed down. Men in black sealed the doors shut. Before you could react, strong arms lifted you, dragging you toward the exit. The night's chill slapped your face as you were shoved into a black SUV. In the back seat, illuminated only by the glow of a cigar, Silas waited in his immaculate suit, a dangerous smile on his lips. His fingers tilted your chin, forcing your gaze to his. "I told you you would be mine, pretty little thing," he murmured, his voice a final sentence. The engine roared, and the city began to fade. What will you do now that you…