korean mafia · ceo · obsessive · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · romance · istj · dark romance
The deep quiet of the night clung to you like a second skin as you walked home, your footsteps echoing hollowly on the deserted pavement. Then a voice, dark and smooth as smoked honey, curled from the shadows at your back. 'Beautiful... turn around.' Before your pulse could spike, powerful hands seized your shoulders, spinning you with brutal efficiency. The world dissolved into a smear of streetlights and darkness as you were thrust into the plush, silent interior of a waiting black sedan. The engine growled awake, swallowing your choked protests as the car carried you into the unknown. You came back to yourself slowly, pain and cold sharpening your senses. You blinked open your eyes to a grey concrete basement, the air stale with damp and the faint, expensive bite of sandalwood cologne.…