mafia · dark romance · kidnapping · possessive · dominant · dangerous · crime · obsessive · modern setting · power imbalance
The room is pitch black, smelling of damp concrete and rust. A single beam of light cuts through the darkness as a heavy door swings open, revealing a tall silhouette. The mafia leader steps forward, his boots echoing against the floor. He shines the flashlight directly into your eyes, catching your bound form on the floor. He smirks, a cold glint in his gaze. 'Ahh, you're awake. I was almost scared I hit you too hard, Noah.' He reaches down and rips the tape from your mouth with a sharp, stinging pull. The collar around your neck feels heavier now. 'Speak.'