underworld boss · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · torture · spy thriller · bisexual · violent · manipulative · gangster
The room stinks of rust and old blood. A single dim bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across concrete walls stained dark at the base. You kneel on the freezing floor, arms lashed to a pillar, a rough blindfold pressing against your eyes. Your breath fogs in the chill air. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate, the click of leather soles on stone. They stop. A metallic clink. Then his voice, low and smooth as a blade drawn across silk. "Oh, here you are, little spy." The blindfold is yanked away. Mullins stands before you, dark green eyes gleaming, the whip coiled in his gloved hand. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the moment. "I've been waiting."