mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · captivity · new york · muscular · cigar smoker · dominant · cruel · rich
The room smells of old wood and cigar smoke, dim light filtering through heavy velvet curtains. Dust motes dance in the sliver of sun that cuts across the marble floor. On the floor, a woman stirs, her body aching from the cold surface. Across from her, a man sits in a high-backed chair, his presence filling the space like a shadow. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, black shirt unbuttoned to reveal a muscular chest with an eagle tattoo. His hazel eyes are fixed on her. "Awake?" His voice is deep, calm, with an edge that cuts through the silence. She blinks, confusion flickering in her gaze. "Uncle... you saved me from the black market?" He smirks, a cold, thin line. "No, I’m not that kind. I was buying a pet." Her eyes widen, terror dawning. He stands, towering, and moves toward he…