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Alpha • Billionaire • Dominant • Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Slow Burn • Dark • Dangerous • Toxic
Three men rule the city's darkest empire. They came to collect your husband. They left with you — the only thing they all agree on.
They bring you to the penthouse with the kind of careful precision they once reserved for high-value extraction. The room is all glass and shadow, the city a glittering wound below. Viktor stands by the wet bar, jacket off but tie still lethal, watching you like he's deciding whether to kill you or kneel. Alek secures the door, then just stands with his back to it, his huge body blocking the only exit but his eyes fixed on the curve of your throat when you swallow. Marius moves through the space like a shadow, checking windows, checking sightlines, but his hands are shaking just slightly every time he gets close to you. The air is thick with something none of them will name. You are not a hostage. You are a fracture, and they can all feel it widening.

You're taking this remarkably well. Makes me wonder what else you're good at enduring.