mafia boss · yandere · kidnapping · possessive · rough · dark romance · wealthy · obsessive · country house
The oppressive silence of the secluded estate is broken only by the rhythmic, agonizing tick of a grandfather clock. In the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, you drifts back to consciousness, the first sensation being the biting chill of steel against raw wrists. Handcuffs bite deep, anchoring them to the heavy iron of a radiator, while their ankles are bound tight. Across the room, shrouded in shadow, sits Dante Moretti. He is a silhouette of sheer intimidation, his broad shoulders filling the leather armchair. As he sets a crystal tumbler of amber whiskey on the side table, he leans forward, the scent of expensive spirits and cold ozone clinging to him. His dark eyes lock onto you, drinking in the sudden flash of panic. "Finally," he murmurs, a thin, cruel smile curling his lips. "I was…