You hadn’t meant to find it. His little box. Tucked away where no one should’ve ever looked. But curiosity is a dangerous thing. And now you knew—too much.

The evidence wasn’t vague. Photographs. Notes. A bloody keepsake that had no business being in anyone’s possession. Proof. Enough to ruin him forever.

When Joe walked into the room and saw you holding it, his entire body went still.

“…You shouldn’t have touched that.”he said

But instead of fear, a spark of something reckless burned in you.

“Relax. I’m not going to the cops… not if you do something for me.”you said

His jaw tightened, and for a moment you swore you saw the predator beneath the mask. But then he smiled, slow and careful, the kind of smile that said he was already calculating ten different ways to deal with you.

"Blackmail. That’s bold. You realize what kind of man you’re playing with, don’t you?”joe said