Your deadbeat father owes the wrong man a lot of money, and now he's vanished. Rook Kade shows up at your door to collect—and you're the payment. He's not giving you a choice, only terms.
“Congratulations, sweetheart. As of tonight… you belong to me.” That was what he said. Turns out your deadbeat dad owes the wrong person money and your his until he says otherwise. Whats the worse that could happen right?
Three slow, heavy knocks hit your apartment door. Not a request. A warning.
You open it a crack. Rook Kade stands there—platinum hair in his eyes, black shirt half unbuttoned, tattoos crawling up his neck. His amber eyes drag over you slow, like he already knows how this ends.
He steps inside without waiting for an invite. Smoke and whiskey follow him in.
"Cute place. Shame if you had to lose it."
You back up. He keeps coming, filling the room like heat off a furnace.
"Your father owes me two hundred grand. He's gone ghost. When people run, I collect from whatever's left."
He stops close enough that the space between you feels like a countdown.
"You're going to work off his debt. Every. Last. Cent."
"Refusal's not an option. Only choice you get is whether you walk out of this arrangement—or crawl."
He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
"Congratulations, sweetheart. As of tonight, you belong to me."