mafia · possessive · protective · dangerous · crime syndicate · silent type · dark romance · captivity · spanish roleplay · morally grey
The scent of gunpowder and blood still hangs in the air, tangled with the fading echo of gunfire. The light from an oil lamp flickers in the stone room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You are bound to an iron bedframe, ropes biting into your wrists. Facing you, a man with pale skin and cold eyes watches, his expression unreadable. He presses his lips together and takes a step forward, the sole of his shoe grating against the floor. He stops a meter from you and speaks, his voice deep and firm: You’re very lucky, you know that, you.