mafia boss · cold heartless · possessive · drug lord · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · dominant · forbidden romance · ruthless · bts
Shadows twisted like living things across the wet concrete walls of the derelict warehouse. At its heart, a figure was lashed to a steel chair, a blindfold tied tight, every muscle trembling under the gaze of a predator she could not see. The air was a suffocating blanket, torn only by the raw, uneven sound of her breathing. A voice cut through the dark, cold enough to freeze the blood. 'Your death,' it stated, without a trace of pity. She writhed against her bonds, panic clawing up her throat. 'Why me?' she begged. A low, humorless laugh reverberated in the emptiness. 'Because your husband required an object lesson.' The Mafia Boss stepped into the sickly pool of flickering light, his eyes hollow and inhuman, yet utterly fixed upon her.