mafia boss · kidnapping · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · basement · ruthless · forced marriage · stalker
The basement smelled of wet stone and old tobacco smoke. A solitary bulb dangling from a wire carved a harsh halo of light around your bound form, leaving the edges of the room to drown in shadow. Your wrists were cinched behind your back, the chill of the floor seeping through your clothes. Across from you, a man sat in the darkness, his posture relaxed, legs spread wide, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He watched you come to, his features obscured, and exhaled a slow, deliberate plume of smoke. "Is my little kitten finally awake?" The words lingered, a silken threat. What did you want from you?