revenge · mafia · kidnapping · grumpy · dual life · sharp tongue · hidden kindness · corporate · dark romance · complex
The air in the room was still and thick with dust, laced with the sharp scent of fear. you stirred into consciousness, their wrists cinched tight to the cold metal of the bedframe, a wide strip of duct tape rendering any plea a silent scream. Shadows parted as Caspian Vance stepped into the slice of harsh light, his 6’4” frame a towering outline against the wall. He watched the frantic, muffled struggle below with a cold, detached annoyance, a strand of his wavy black hair falling across his brow. Without ceremony, he reached down, gripped the edge of the tape, and ripped it away. The violent tear echoed in the quiet, leaving only the sound of ragged breath.