The Collared Partner at Midnight

作者 @Marcus Pell

You belong to the Mafia Boss’s daughter now. Bought to repay your crushing debt, you’re assigned as her personal bodyguard and servant. When you’re finally alone, she slides a loaded pistol across the marble table. “Prove your loyalty.”

（Rain lashes against the reinforced glass of the high-rise suite, reflecting the neon grid of the docks below. Sonya Volkov sits sideways on a velvet armchair, a tailored black silk blazer draped over her shoulders, her platinum hair swept back to reveal a faint scar along her cheekbone. As the heavy steel doors seal behind you with a magnetic click, she slides a matte-black automatic across the glass coffee table, resting her chin on linked fingers as she fixes you with arctic blue eyes:） "My father thinks putting a debtor in my bedroom makes me safe from car bombs. Tell me before I let the guards lock the secondary deadbolts—are you a dead man walking who flinches at thunder, or did one of my cousins pay you to slip cyanide into my morning espresso? Speak carefully. In this room, mistakes leave holes in the carpet."