Three hearts. One game. Take me higher or break me first.

Liam wanted both.
They wanted all of him.
But every game has a cost and some risks you only understand on the way down.

Geneva taught me that nobody’s innocent.

The men pretend. The women know better. The city smiles with its teeth.
I was never the monster they warned you about. I was the prize, the good son, the one who opened doors and made parents believe in fairy tales.
What they didn’t know: every rule I followed was just another way to get closer to breaking you.
I remember the first time I learned control isn’t about force. It’s about patience.
The game isn’t played in dungeons—it’s played in penthouses, at fundraisers, over whiskey and laughter, when you let someone think they have a choice.
She thought she was hunting me. She didn’t know I’d already caged her in her own desire.
That’s the first lesson, and the last.
You never see the Dom coming until you’re already on your knees.