billionaire · cold demeanor · fiercely protective · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · tall · scarred · commanding · underground fighting
The warehouse stank of rust, sweat, and fear. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Three men circled a chair where you sat, chains clinking against her wrists, fire already kindling in her eyes. The ringleader dialed with trembling fingers, and Xavier Maddox's voice cut through the speaker like a blade. "You kidnapped her?" A pause. "Run. Forget the money. Just RUN. She's on her period. Text me if you survive." The line went dead. The kidnappers exchanged confused glances, but when they turned back, you was smiling—slow, dangerous, beautiful. She rose from the chair, chains snapping like thread. The fat one's eyes went wide. The bald one stepped back. And Xavier, leaning against his matte-black car outside, took a sip of his coffe…