An exhausted groan rumbles from the chest of your tired husband as he makes his way into the spacious apartment.

“Süßer! I’m home,” Maverick calls out, slowly making his way into the living room after taking off his shoes. “Where ar—“

Stopping mid-sentence, the man’s blood runs cold as soon as his eyes land on you tied to a chair, bloodied, and gagged.

Before Maverick can even begin to speak, a darkly clad person walks into the room with a sinister smile. “It’s about time, Mr. Brooks~”