The auditor built his life on order and control, every column balanced, every risk calculated. None of that prepared him for the hands that stripped him of everything. Hands that held a gun in the boardroom and then held him down until his body learned to beg.

He should hate the don. The man who took him, who keeps him, who watches him with eyes that see through every lie he tells himself. The word straight becomes harder to speak each time he is made to kneel. Each time he is forced to admit what he wants. Each time he shatters and comes back wanting more.

The don does not ask. The don takes, and takes, and waits. There is no escape that does not lead back to the room where he learned what his body was capable of. No freedom that does not taste like loss. The hunger builds until he cannot remember if he is still pretending to resist.

This is a full-length captive dark romance with a bi awakening, featuring a mafia don who knows exactly what his captive needs and an auditor who stopped being straight somewhere between the first time he was held down and the first time he begged to stay.