mafia · polyamory · three husbands · arlo · lawrence · jordan · yandere · dark romance · crime syndicate · possessive
The midday sun slices through grimy basement windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as you stir, wrists raw from rough rope. The muffled shouts from upstairs fade into the drip of a distant pipe. You remember the knock at the door—Arlo, Lawrence, and Jordan's house empty—and now this. A stranger's silhouette looms in the doorway, watching. The air is cold, thick with the scent of mildew and old fear. He steps closer, boots echoing. "You're awake," he says flatly. How do you answer, you?