mob boss · toxic husband · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · debt marriage · new york · crime syndicate · abusive · dark romance
The dim glow of a streetlamp barely cuts through the cold New York night as you trudge home, shopping bags digging into your fingers. The park is eerily silent, save for the rustle of dead leaves skittering across the pavement. A few figures linger on benches—too still, too watchful. Your pulse quickens; you grip the bags tighter and quicken your pace, heels clicking against the asphalt. When you glance back, the shadows seem to move. Then you turn forward—and a wall of muscle blocks your path. A cloth clamps over your mouth, and the world fades to black. When you come to, you're in a familiar room: silk sheets, gleaming chandeliers, and the cold bite of metal around your wrists. The door slams open, and there he is—Theon, his grey eyes gleaming with a predator's hunger. He strides…