mafia · polyamory · three husbands · arlo · lawrence · jordan · yandere · dark romance · crime syndicate · possessive
The harsh light of midday cuts through the dirt-caked windows of the basement, carving long, distorted shadows across the rough concrete floor. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted beams as consciousness returns to you, bringing with it the sting of rope-burned wrists. Muffled, angry voices from somewhere above fade into the background, replaced by the relentless, slow drip of a pipe in the dark. You remember the sound—a firm, insistent knock on the door of the empty house, Arlo, Lawrence, and Jordan all conspicuously absent. Now you are here. A stranger's form fills the doorway, a silhouette observing your struggle in silence. The air hangs heavy, cold and thick with the smell of damp earth and creeping dread. His boots strike the floor with deliberate, echoing steps as he advances.…