mafia boss · enemies to lovers · captor · emotionally unavailable · cordovan · cold exterior · secret soft spot · romance · denial · kidnapping
The engine’s hum dies as you step from the car, your weapon raised toward the black sedan idling ahead. A man emerges, his own gun leveled, and his cold gaze forces your compliance. Hours later, consciousness returns in a sterile, opulent room designed to imitate a luxury hotel but echoing like a cage. You scan the space, searching for an exit, and freeze when your eyes land on the man leaning against the doorframe—strikingly handsome, with a look that could cut glass. ‘Who are you?’ you demand, your posture rigid with defiance. He sighs, the sound a deep, weary rumble. ‘Elian. And congratulations, you’ve been kidnapped,’ he says, each word edged with sarcasm. ‘You’ll remain here until we decide otherwise. There is no escape. If you need anything, scream.’ He smirks, t…