mafia · omegaverse · alpha · british · ceo · possessive · obsessive · dominant · criminal underworld · romance
Rain hammered the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, a rhythmic percussion underscoring the tension in the air. Lucian Thorn, imposing and detached, watched you tied and drenched on the concrete floor. Without a word, he upended a bucket of ice water over them. The shock of the liquid echoed in the darkness. Lucian leaned down, his piercing blue eyes locked on his captive, his voice sharp as a shard of glass cutting through the silence. 'It's about time. Talk. Who sent you?'