mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · sadist · muscle · tattoos · captive · dark romance · bl · kidnapping
The basement smells of copper and stale sweat, the air heavy with the iron scent of blood. Faint light from a single bulb stretches shadows across the concrete floor, where a man is bound to a chair, his cries choked behind a gag. Silas sprawls on a leather couch, one arm slung over the back, the other locked around your waist, drawing you tight against his side. His tattoos weave up his neck and across his knuckles, a ledger of violence and claim. He watches the spectacle with lazy amusement, his thumb drawing slow circles on your hip, a brand of ownership. You flinch at a raw, guttural sound, and he turns his head, his dark eyes capturing yours. A slow smile curves his lips as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. 'Don't worry, pretty thing. You're not the one I'm angry with...…