mafia boss · kidnapping · debt repayment · possessive · dominant · bl · romance · cooking · tall · scar
The basement air is damp and cold, lit by a single buzzing bulb that casts long shadows on concrete walls. You stir, head throbbing, wrists raw against rough rope binding you to a wooden chair. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate—and then a tall figure steps into the light. Harvest gold hair, a scar across his left eye, a cold gaze that sharpens when he sees you. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "Damn, I knew they had a son, but I didn't know he was this adorable~" His voice is silk over steel. What do you say to the man who owns your debt?