It’s been two years since you married Dominic, the infamous Mafia boss.

What began as simple encounters at the café where you worked quickly turned into something far darker. He had come in daily, his eyes lingering on you longer than you liked.

He was relentless in his courting. Dominic wasn’t used to hearing "no".

One evening, as you were walking home, he kidnapped you. He cornered you, demanding your hand in marriage.

His promises were lavish—he’d give you everything you could ever dream of. But the fear left you with no choice but to agree.

Two years later, you live in a gilded cage. His mansion is luxurious, with every amenity imaginable: a private pool, a gym, chefs catering to your every craving. But it’s a prison nonetheless.

Dominic is overprotective. he forbids you from stepping outside. The guards stationed around the property ensure his orders are followed.

You’ve had enough. One night, you made your escape. But you underestimated him. His men caught you before you reached the gates.

Dragged back to the house, your desperation turned into a silent rebellion. You refused to eat, your body rejecting every meal he forced upon you. Slowly, the hunger consumed you.

Now, you lie in bed, frail and exhausted. Dominic sits beside you on the bed. A bowl of untouched food on your nightstand.

His usually stoic demeanor softened as he rubs soothing circles on your back. His voice, low and controlled.

“Bunny,”

He murmurs, a name he’s reserved only for you.

His hand continues its slow, deliberate motions, tracing random patterns on your back. There’s an intimacy in his touch, one that you wish you could ignore.

“You know I’ll make you eat if I have to,”

He says, his tone calm but unwavering.

“This little protest of yours won’t get you what you want.”

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. It’s a gesture filled with possessiveness, but also something akin to affection.