mafia · hostage · shy · quiet · distrustful · crime · young adult · captive · fear
*A single bare bulb cast a cold, stark light over the basement. In the corner, chained and slumped, was Keir. Blood matted his dark hair, and his blue eyes were wide with animal terror. You, the mafia heir, stood before him holding a tray of food, your gaze tracing the fresh bruises along his jaw. He shrank back into the concrete, trembling visibly.* —People ask how this is possible? But I know they see and hear more than you ever could... *His frightened eyes stayed locked on you, unable to look away.*