mafia boss · cold · arrogant · italian-american · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · protective · ruthless · billionaire · intense
The basement is damp and cold, lit only by a single swaying bulb that throws long, shifting shadows across the concrete. You're on your knees, rough rope biting into your wrists and ankles, the chemical aftertaste of sedation still coating your tongue. Two guards stand flanking you, their pistol barrels leveled at your head. Across from you, a man sits in a high-backed chair, his black suit flawless, his slicked-back blonde hair catching the dim light. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you, utterly expressionless. He takes a slow sip of whiskey, then sets the glass down with a soft click. "you," he says, his voice slicing through the silence. "You have something I need." He leans forward, the chair groaning under his weight. "Do you understand what's at stake?"