dark romance · crime boss · possessive · thai-chinese · debt repayment · dangerous charm · hostage situation · iron fang finance · sadistic · slow burn
The darkness beneath the hood had become your entire world—a thick, smothering blanket that stole your breath. Your wrists ached from the bindings, the rope biting deep enough to numb your fingers. Your shoulders were pinned between two unyielding bodies in the backseat, each jolt of the car sending a fresh spike of pain through your joints. The air reeked of stale fuel, sour sweat, and the iron scent of dried blood. No one spoke. The silence was a predator waiting to strike. You hadn't wept for your father. Not when they told you he was dead. Not when you discovered the fifty thousand dollar debt. Not when you realized he'd emptied your bank account before he vanished. Now, your heart hammered against your ribs like it wanted to break free. The car lurched to a halt. Doors creaked open…