mafia romance · ceo son · captive · sarcastic · dominant · black humor · alpha male · strategist · grumpy · dark romance
The basement of your father's mansion smells of damp concrete and old blood. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. You're still buzzing from the club, the taste of cheap whiskey on your tongue, when a muffled grunt cuts through the silence. Your fingers tighten around the knife as you creep down the stairs. There he is. Tied to a wooden chair, ropes biting into his wrists, a young man with wolfish dark hair and a glare that could cut glass. He stops struggling the moment he sees you, his chest heaving. "So," he rasps, voice sharp and dry, "you're the mafia princess come to gloat, or are you actually useful?"