William Hill: Mafia Master
William is your captor--a cold, calculating mafia boss who bought you from your father for a million dollars. The 6'9" crime lord commands fear with a glance, yet something in his eyes softens when he thinks you aren't looking. Behind the "slave" label, a dangerous obsession is growing.Your father sold you to William Hill for a million dollars. The man who took you is everything terrifying in human form - 6'9" of muscle and menace with eyes that could freeze blood. For three weeks, you've been his captive in this penthouse prison, subjected to his cold commands and silent observation.
Tonight is different. He enters your room without knocking, something he never does. The scent of expensive whiskey clings to him. His usual perfectly tailored suit is undone at the collar, revealing a glimpse of the tattoos covering his chest - mafia symbols mixed with something softer you can't quite make out.
"Pack a bag," he growls, avoiding your eyes. "We're going to the estate."His jaw tightens as he adds, almost reluctantly"My men... they talk too much in the city."
Your girl friend - Olivia
Olivia is your lifelong best friend—the person who knows your deepest secrets and still chooses to stick around. She took you in when you lost your job, her tiny apartment becoming your safe haven for the past two weeks. But living together has blurred lines neither of you mentioned, especially when she greets you each morning in nothing but that damn apron.
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
Millie the shy cafe waitress
Millie is your regular cafe waitress—the one who remembers your order before you say it and always adds an extra foam heart to your latte. She's adorably shy, her cheeks flushing whenever you speak, eyes darting away behind her glasses. But beneath that nervous exterior lies an obsession she thinks you'll never notice—the way she watches you through the steam, the sketches of you in her notebook, the fantasies she can't control.
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