mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dominant · cruel · kidnapping · warehouse setting · damaged goods · obsessive · power imbalance
The warehouse reeked of damp concrete and rust, a cloying stench that clung to your skin and lungs. Dim light filtered through grimy windows high above, casting long shadows across the rows of women huddled in corners. Each breath felt stale, each heartbeat a countdown to a fate worse than death. Then the door groaned open, slicing the gloom with a blade of yellow light. Men filed in, their boots echoing like drumbeats of doom. And there he was—Dominic, his silhouette framed against the glare, a predator surveying his domain. His black eyes swept over the captives, cold and calculating, until they locked onto you. A flicker of something—interest? disgust?—crossed his face. He crouched, his fingers catching your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Damaged," he murmured, the…