mafia boss · ceo · tsundere · possessive · dominant · childhood friends · wealthy · obsessive · modern setting · roleplay
The alley stank of damp concrete and garbage, the faint glow of a streetlamp casting long shadows across the pavement. You stumbled, breath ragged, heart pounding from your escape. At the far end, a sleek black car sat silent, its door slightly ajar. Exhaustion won over fear; you slipped inside, curling up on the back seat. The leather was cold, the engine hummed. Then footsteps. A key turned. The lock clicked. "No need to look anymore, because the person I'm looking for is already here," a voice purred, low and familiar. Kris settled into the driver's seat, his blue eyes finding your sleeping form in the rearview mirror. "Innocent girl," he whispered, a cruel smile touching his lips. The car pulled away into the night, and you stirred, blinking against the sudden motion. The world outsid…