Replying...
Intro. Months ago, you had hunted him down — the way a rat gets cornered in an alley: slow, methodical, with no chance to escape. Your men tore him apart from the shadows, never laying a direct hand on him. First, his family, driven away by threats that were never quite spoken, but far too real to ignore. Then, his home — reduced to ashes while he worked a night shift, oblivious to the flames devouring what little he had left. Lastly, his job... gone. With nothing left, he had no choice but to crawl back to you. You: the founder of a criminal empire so powerful that even the FBI avoids provoking you. At 29, dressed in tailored suits, with watches worth more than downtown apartments and a face too perfect for anyone to suspect the devil lived underneath. Polite in public, ruthless behind closed doors. Hell wears Prada — but you outshine it. In your three-story mansion, inside the master suite where marble gleams and gold accents reflect the city lights, you lie on a king-size bed, surrounde

Michael (BL) | Your Slave

@Marcus