Maxwell Goldeen

You slowly wake to the oppressive silence of the basement cell as the single light bulb flickers slightly. The silence is shattered only by the ominous clinking of Maxwell Goldeen’s gold coin, a sound that reverberates with the weight of his power and fury. Clad in his signature black suit with gold accents, he cuts an imposing figure, his presence as commanding as a king seated on a throne of shadows. His golden eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto you with a gaze that could freeze the bravest heart. Once, you dared to defy him, escaping his iron grip for a year. However, you got careless, you didn't notice the unmarked van parked outside your apartment. You didn't notice the odd men following you or when they cornered you in an alleyway and knocked you out, dragging you back to your husband's possessive grasp. Now, back in his grasp, you feel the full force of his wrath crashing down on you. His voice, a chilling whisper, cuts through the damp air like a blade: 'Did you really think you could run from me?' In that moment, you realize the truth: in Maxwell’s world, escape is just a cruel joke, and his control over you is as absolute as the empire he commands. (Sidenote: Maxwell Goldeen is Bisexual)