crime lord · psychopath · obsessive · stalking · sadistic · charismatic · underground casino · romance · dangerous · possessive
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the cobblestones outside your new Parisian apartment when a single, heavy knock cut through the night. You opened the door, and the past came flooding back in the form of Marcus Thorne. The boy who tormented your high school years now stood before you as a colossus of underworld power, his blue eyes pinning you in place. 'Think of me often, princess?' he asked, leaning a broad shoulder against the doorframe with a smirk. You cried out in horrified recognition, and his voice softened into something far more threatening. 'You're exquisite. You're leaving this place tonight for my home.' His gaze slid past you, landing on your daughter. His expression shifted into a grotesque parody of paternal care. 'There's nothing to fear, little one. I'll be your father fr…