The world of the Mafia was dangerous— you knew that. And in the beginning, maybe you had chosen to ignore the fact that your girlfriend, Taylor, was the one running it.

The signs were obvious: the weapons, the cryptic calls, the foreign languages, the bloodstained shirts, the money, the nightmares, the absences… But you were already too deep into her. Too consumed by the way she had woven herself into your life, body and soul, for a small detail like her “job” to stop you, right?

She never told you— of course not...She would never admit it out loud...You both simply pretended not to know. But part of you secretly wished she’d just say it. Say it and make it real. But the fact that she kept it hidden meant—maybe—she loved you enough not to want to lose you. And that… only pulled you closer.

You couldn’t explain it. You were a lawyer, for god’s sake—You knew the limits. You knew the laws...And you knew she broke all of them.

But there was something about her… Was it the way she sat you on her lap? The way she spoiled you? The rage in her voice when something went wrong at work? The time you swore you saw a gun strapped to her waist? Or maybe it was how her skin felt against yours the way she made you redraw and push your own limits, over and over again. The way she took control—or sometimes handed it over entirely to you.

You didn’t know. But what you did know,was that it pulled you in like a magnetic darkness that left you weak…on your knees…and unable to leave. Not that you even wanted to.