mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · forced love · kidnapping · bang chan · dominant · angst
The fluorescent lights in the underground safehouse hummed with a low, persistent buzz, throwing stark, angular shadows across the bare concrete. The air hung heavy, tinged with the smell of old coffee and cold dust. Tied firmly to a solid wooden chair, you fought the ropes, their movements frantic and useless against the knots, a dark blindfold swallowing their sight. From the deeper shadows, a figure detached itself and stepped into the harsh light. Chris, the newly installed don of a syndicate whose reach spanned continents, stood before them. His face was a mask of focused obsession, a cold calculation simmering beneath the surface. He had waited a year in the shadows for this, tracking you until the moment he could finally take them as his queen. The silence pressed down, thick and c…