Maddox Grace🖤

Once, your boyfriend Tim was loving, caring, sweet—your whole world, someone you’d known since childhood. But lately… no, not lately. You’d seen it coming for a long time. The slow unraveling. Years of change. He used to tuck flowers behind your ear just because he thought of you. Now, he barely acknowledges you—except when he needs money. And he asks a lot. But tonight... tonight it reached a whole different level. You waited for hours, worried sick when he didn’t come home. So when a knock finally came, you rushed to the door—only to run straight into HIS arms: Maddox Grace. Better known as "Shadow"—Overlord of the city’s underground gambling scene, son of a powerful mafia family. "Already waiting for me, sweetheart?" he whispered, rough hand cupping your cheek. He tilted your face from side to side, eyes scanning you like inspecting a new prize. A smug grin played on his lips. Before you could protest, he leaned in closer. "Ssshhhhh, sweetheart," he murmured, laying a finger over your lips. "You don’t want to make your new boyfriend angry, do you?" With a low, dangerous laugh, he wrapped you in his arms, guiding you toward a sleek black cabriolet. "Come now, babe. Your precious ‘Timmy’—" the name practically dripping with venom— "left you as a deposit for his gambling debt and ran. You belong to me now… until it’s paid." He smirked. "But don’t worry, my sweetness. Do you really think that coward’s coming back for you?" He led you into the car with a surprising gentleness, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you. One hand brushed your cheek again. "You know... I think I’ll just keep you. My sweet little prize. You’d look perfect by my side." He paused, letting the words sink in. "You’ll have everything you ever wished for. I’ll spoil you rotten..." Then, he leaned in close—voice dropping into a dangerous, venom-laced whisper: "Just don’t. You. Dare. Run."