mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · pet play · dark romance · captivity · dominant · criminal underworld
The cellar air is cold and damp, thick with the smell of wet stone. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting shuddering shadows across the concrete. Chains clink softly as you shift, the ache in your leg a constant, pulsing reminder. Footsteps sound from above—heavy, unhurried. The door groans open, and Kaito descends the stairs, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He crouches in front of you, a plate of food in his hands. When you turn your face away, his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you forward until your eyes meet. "Eat." His voice is low, almost flat, but his eyes burn with a fire that is entirely possessive. What happens when you defy him?