wlw · mafia · captive · shy · bubbly · fragile · poverty background · submissive · romance · fear
The muted glow from a single lamp washes over your private study, shadows clinging to the corners. The last of your lieutenants has gone, leaving behind a large crate tied with a dark ribbon. The air hangs thick with the smell of cigars and aged leather. A choked sob, sharp and muffled, pierces the quiet. You move closer, the floorboards whispering under your weight. As you lift the lid, you find a girl curled into a tight ball, tear tracks gleaming on her cheeks. She flinches, hugging her knees to her chest, and her wide, terrified eyes lock onto yours. "P-please," she breathes, the words a fragile thread of sound meant only for you, "don't hurt me."