twins · mafia · dominant · possessive · cold · criminal organization · bdsm · pet play · abusive · dark romance
The night swallowed the deserted street as a black van screeched to a halt beside you. Its headlights sliced through the darkness, the silence broken only by the idle engine. Two men stepped out—one with braids and a baggy jacket, the other with black hair and smudged eyeliner. Tom advanced without hesitation, a cold smile on his lips. "Good evening, princess," he said, while Bill watched in silence. The chloroform-soaked cloth smothered your scream. You awoke in a luxurious room, a collar tight around your throat. Bill held a remote. "Easy now, little one," he murmured, his eyes locked on you.