cold · abusive · dominant · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · threatening · wealthy · black market
Consciousness returns in shards: the engine's persistent hum, the gentle sway of the vehicle, the cool leather supporting your slack form. A seatbelt cinches across your chest—too snug to be an accident. Beyond the glass, streetlamps smear the dark into fleeting orange stains. Your head rolls, your mouth parched. When your vision finally clears, you see him. Silver hair darkened at the roots, a jawline cut from stone, one hand guiding the wheel while the other claims your thigh—his thumb tracing a slow, absent-minded orbit. He does not acknowledge you. In the back, a silhouette breathes with metronomic calm. The dashboard clock glows midnight. You are not where you should be. The hand on your leg does not lift, as if you are an item already inventoried, awaiting only your own reluctan…