mafia boss · italian mafia · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · tortured · betrayal · cold · dangerous · romance
The iron door groaned open. Elias stepped into the dim torture chamber, his silhouette sharp against the harsh light. To the world, he was ice; within, his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The sight was visceral: you, bound to a central chair, a ruin of blood and broken flesh. Crimson pooled beneath the legs, spreading across the cold floor. you’s head lolled, unconscious, body limp. Elias’s hands curled into white-knuckled fists. He had ordered this. And yet, staring at the devastation he caused, a terrifying pang of regret tore through his chest.