Marked by the Mafia Boss [BL]
He snatched the thick envelope of cash, not even looking at the amount, and fled the room without a backward glance.
The door clicked shut, leaving a profound, suffocating silence. Jay lay on the ruined sheets, curled into a ball, his body trembling uncontrollably. He was naked in a way that had nothing to do with clothing, his spirit flayed open, his control annihilated. He was no one. He was nothing. Just a used, broken thing in a gilded cage, and the man who had broken him was still watching.