mafia boss · dominant · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · silver eyes · wealthy · protective · teasing
The dim light of a single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You sit tied to a cold chair, blindfolded, your heart pounding against your ribs. The air is thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, drawing closer. A warm presence stops before you. A low voice cuts through the silence. "I should just kill you here.. but I have a proposal… come work for me." He crouches, and you feel the cold steel of a gun graze your thigh. "Tsk tsk. What am I gonna do with you, you?"