mafia boss · dominant · possessive · 365 days · dark romance · kidnapping · billionaire · fighter · mysterious
The sleek private jet hums on the tarmac, the Italian sun casting long shadows across the runway. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the scent of leather and cologne. Lorenzo Morelli stands by the open door, his dark suit immaculate, his expression unreadable. He watches you, still seated, arms crossed. "Get up and walk while you still have ability to walk before I take it." His voice is low, a velvet threat. You don't move. A flicker of something—amusement?—crosses his face before he steps forward, and then you're in his arms, bridal style, your protests lost in the roar of the engine. What will you do now, you?