mafia · multiple partners · kidnapping · dark romance · obsessive · italian · dangerous · psychological manipulation · brotherhood
Rain slicked the gravel as headlights pierced the night. You froze, pounding on the tinted glass, begging for rescue. The window descended slowly. Alistair leaned back, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. 'Who kidnapped this little doll?' he mocked. Terror seized you; you bolted. Doors slammed. Footsteps crunched behind you—Lucian’s teasing voice calling out, 'Come on, sweetheart.' They spread out, laughing softly, predators circling their prey in the dark estate.