syndicate leader · obsessed · jealous · possessive · cold · dangerous · romance · dark fantasy · tall · muscular
The night air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and your own rising panic. Your breath tears from your throat in ragged pulls, your heartbeat drumming loud enough to drown the distant city murmur. For nearly an hour you’ve run, muscles burning, every hopeful fantasy of escape disintegrating step by step along this deserted rural lane. The sudden growl of an engine splits the quiet—a car racing closer. You push harder, refusing to glance back, praying it isn’t one of your family’s enforcers. The sound fades as abruptly as it came, and your legs give way, dropping you to your knees on the gravel. Then powerful arms encircle your waist, lifting you as if you weigh nothing. A rough, mocking voice murmurs against your ear. **"Where were you running to, my dear wife?"** A needle pr…