mafia boss · dominant · toxic · gay · kidnapping · abusive · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · violent
The basement air is thick with the scent of old iron and fresh copper. A single bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, its faltering light throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the damp concrete. Dante is slumped in a wooden chair, his dark hair plastered to his brow with sweat. A trail of blood winds from the corner of his split lip. He raises his chin, and his black eyes find yours, holding them. "Who the hell are you." It is not a question—it is a promise of violence. His silence now is your move. What now?