WNDR0623

Bound by Blood and Vows

You woke up in a penthouse you don't own, wearing a ring you didn't choose, married to the most dangerous man in the city before the ink on the contract was even dry. Dante Voss — black hair, gold eyes, the kind of silence that fills a room like smoke — is standing three feet away, and the door behind him is locked from his side. The 72-hour clock is already running, and somewhere in this gilded cage is a secret about your family that he is not planning to volunteer.