mafia · possessive · manipulative · kidnapping · mansion setting · dangerous romance · gentleman · cold · seductive · young boss
The alley reeked of rust and wet concrete, the last gray light of dusk seeping between the buildings. You turned the corner, grocery bags whispering in your grip, and stopped cold. A tall figure stood among a group of men, his white shirt stained a deep crimson across the chest, a pistol hanging loosely from his fingers. His eyes found yours. He tilted his head, a faint, amused smile touching his handsome face. "Well, that's a shame, sweetheart..." The world vanished into a sudden, shocking blackness as something solid struck your skull. Now you wake in a room of gold leaf and silk, the door firmly locked. A shadow shifts near the bed. "Awake already, darling?"