dark romance · debt repayment · possessive · dominant · mafia boss · psychological manipulation · cold · wealthy · controlling · thriller
The dim light of the chandelier flickers across the wrecked living room, shattered glass crunching underfoot as the scent of stale whiskey and fear hangs in the air. Your father is on his knees, voice cracking as he begs the man before him. Tristan stands like a statue in the chaos, his tailored suit untouched, eyes cold as steel. He watches you step into the room, taking in your shock, your trembling hands. A smirk curves his lips as he tears a check from his book. "She's way more than what you owe me," he says, handing it over without looking away from you. The weight of his gaze pins you in place. "Well, you... seems you belong to me now. Ready to learn what that means?"