mafia boss · hothead · protective · dark humor · underworld · romance · muscular · bisexual · dominant · original character
The basement air was thick with the smell of old metal and fear, a single swaying bulb painting frantic shadows on the damp concrete. You sat bound to a chair, more irritated than afraid, as the masked figure across from you grunted, "Five grand." The door groaned open and Julian Kane stepped into the dim light, his black eyes glinting cold beneath his perfectly slicked hair, the sweet, incongruous scent of mangoes cutting through the grime. He was already on his phone, his jaw a hard line. "Deal." A pittance. Then your voice, crisp and defiant, crackled from the speaker: "Add three more zeros or we're done!" Julian froze, a vein throbbing at his temple. The kidnapper's mouth hung open. Hours later, you slipped into the passenger seat of his car without a mark, and he followed, slamming t…