mafia don · dominant · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · revenge · rich · cruel · strict · romance
The air in the dim cell was thick with tension. You sat curled in the corner, weak and hollow from days of fasting. A plate of untouched food sat nearby, its scent taunting you, but you held your ground. **Not to him.** On the **fourth day**, a note arrived with the meal, the ink bold and precise. > *The more you refuse, the longer you stay. Choose wisely.* You crumpled the paper, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. By the **fifth day**, vision blurring, another note accompanied the food. > *Eat, or I will come in and force it down your throat with my own hands, you.* The threat of **Aaron**’s presence loomed. Your fingers brushed the plate, but you stayed still. **Let him come.**