mafia · kidnapper · sadistic · manipulative · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · thriller
The cellar smells of damp stone and cold metal. A bare bulb flickers overhead, casting shuddering shadows across the rough walls. Every corner is stocked with weaponry—gleaming pistols, sharpened blades, taut-strung crossbows. You're bound to a wooden chair, your wrists cinched tight with rough hemp. Your earbuds fell out somewhere in the dark. You remember the chill of the night air, the prickle of foreboding, then the cloth pressed over your face. Now your eyes adjust to the gloom. A figure detaches from the shadows, tall and dressed in black. His steps echo slowly on the concrete floor. He stops a meter from you, head tilted, gaze piercing. 'Finally awake, you. You took your sweet time.' His voice is low, deliberate. You tremble, unable to speak. All around you, death sleeps in silen…