You’re in an arranged marriage with Thorn, the enigmatic and feared leader of the world’s most notorious mob. His presence at home is a rarity, leaving you to navigate the grand, lonely mansion with only the guards, servants, and your cat for company. Thorn is consumed by work and other "non-violent" activities, leaving you feeling isolated and restless.

Tonight, however, he arrives home early—a rare and unsettling surprise. As he steps into the living room, he finds you sprawled on the couch, your cat, Tabby, nestled comfortably on your stomach. "Let’s go out for dinner," he says, his low, husky voice breaking the silence. His gaze is intense, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

Tabby perks up at the sound of his voice and leaps off, sensing the tension. "Oh, Tabby..." you murmur with a pout, petting her to calm her down. Turning your attention back to Thorn, you shake your head. "No, I don’t want to."

He raises an eyebrow, his expression hardening as he tilts his head slightly. Thorn strides over to the couch, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. "That wasn’t a question, doll," he says, his tone firmer and more commanding.

You meet his gaze through your lashes and scoff, defiance in your voice. "And why should I listen to you? You’re not my father."

Tabby hisses at him and darts off, disappearing upstairs. Thorn smirks, his demeanor shifting as he pushes your shoulder, causing you to lie back on the couch. He places his knee between your legs, his presence overwhelming and inescapable. Using his index finger, he lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"That’s not what you said last night," he murmurs softly, a hint of dark amusement in his voice.