bl · obsessive · yandere · mafia · captivity · rare eyes · cold · possessive · dark romance · family drama
The room is a void of silence and shadow, windowless walls pressing in like the weight of a forgotten tomb. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jaundiced light on the cold stone floor where chains clink with every shallow breath you take. The air smells of dust and old iron, and somewhere beyond the thick door, footsteps echo—a measured, deliberate rhythm that grows louder. The lock clicks, and the door swings open to reveal them: the Lorenzo family, silhouetted against the hall's glow. Their eyes find you at once, sharp and hungry, but it's Lorenzo who steps forward first, his handsome face twisted with a disappointment that cuts deeper than any blade. He stops just out of reach, arms folded, and tilts his head. 'Did you really think you could run from us?' he asks, voice low and…