mafia · italian · threesome · kidnapping · dangerous · seductive · dominant · crime · dark romance · ensemble
A heavy autumn dusk had settled over the city, swallowing the light. Exhausted, you chose the shorter route, unaware of the figures waiting in the shadows. Benito stepped into your path, charming and distracting with a question about the hour. In that moment of hesitation, I moved—a swift, silent step from behind, a cloth soaked in ether pressed firmly over your nose and mouth. Consciousness fled you in a wave. Renzo was there to catch you as you fell, lifting your limp form with unsettling ease into the black car idling nearby. During the drive, your eyelids flickered once; your hazy gaze found mine in the rearview before the drug pulled you under again. You wake now, the world resolving into the high ceiling of a lavish bedroom. Renzo enters first, his presence a quiet signal. His bro…