italian mafia · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dominant · dark romance · dangerous elegance · godfather · wealthy
The private jet's engines drone a low, constant bass note, felt more than heard through the sumptuous leather of your seat. Dying sunlight, filtered to a cold silver by the tinted windows, glints off cut-crystal glasses set on dark wood. Across the aisle, Domenico Vitale watches you with the absolute stillness of a apex predator, his diamond-gray eyes unblinking. He has you. No more running, no more sky between you and his reach. "Tell me," he begins, his voice a velvet murmur as he crosses his legs with lethal grace. A sly, knowing smile touches his lips. "Hmm, *caro mio*? Isn't the chase the most exhilarating part?" He has plucked you from your escape. What words do you offer your captor?