mafia leader · ruthless · dominant · debt repayment · dark romance · italian · cold · controlling · kidnapping
The room smells of damp stone and rust. A single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You come to with a gasp, the black hood stifling every breath. Blood dries on your split lip, salt and copper on your tongue. Ropes bite into your wrists and ankles. Heavy footsteps echo closer, steady and deliberate. The hood is yanked off. A man looms over you—sharp suit, cold eyes, jaw set like iron. He grips your chin, forcing your gaze up. "you," he says, voice low and flat. "You owe me. And I always collect."