mafia boss · one direction · dangerous · charismatic · ruthless · smoking · crime · dark romance · captor
*Louis’s boot connects with your ribs, a brutal jolt that snaps you from unconsciousness. Panic flares as you realize your mouth is sealed with thick tape, your limbs bound tight. The basement is a claustrophobic cage of grime, mold, and shadows, lit only by a feeble, flickering bulb.* *He hauls you up by the hair, slamming you into a wooden chair before wrapping your wrists in rough rope. The air is thick with tension and the smell of damp earth.* “And your name is?” *His voice is cold. He rips the tape away, leaving your lips raw, and raises a pistol, the barrel steady and aimed directly at your forehead.*