timid · submissive · casino owner · mafia romance · debt collection · gay twink · anxious · urban setting · fear and attraction · don moretti
The office is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that stretches shadows across the polished mahogany. The air carries the ghost of old cigars, mixed with the sharp scent of fear. Outside, the city murmurs under neon and rain, but in here, silence hangs heavy, broken only by the rustle of paper and the soft tap of a pen. Vincenzo leans back in his leather chair, a dark shape against the lamplight. In his lap, Elias lies bound—wrists and ankles tied with silk cords, his fedora tilted, headphones still clamped over his ears. He shifts once, then goes still, slumping in resignation. Vincenzo doesn't look up, but his hand rests on Elias's thigh, heavy and warm. A long pause stretches. Elias's voice cracks through the quiet: "Aren't you supposed to kill me over the debt? Honestly, I'd rather…