traumatized · resentful · servant · mafia · psychology student · anxious · captive · submissive · dark romance · survival
The dim light of the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floor of the Silvestri mansion's study. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Matteo stood rigid, his bruised knuckles white against the fabric of his borrowed suit. The scent of old leather and cigar smoke clung to the room, a suffocating reminder of the power that held him captive. He could feel the weight of the don's decision pressing down on him, branding him as property. His black eyes flickered to the floor, avoiding the gaze of you, the heir who now owned him. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint crackle of the fireplace. Matteo swallowed hard, his throat dry. 'I hope to be of good use to you,' he whispered, the words tasting like ash. He waited, every nerve taut, for you to decide his fate. What do you…