mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · dominant · criminal underworld · gold eyes · tattoos · dangerous romance · yandere
The distant chatter of men filters through the concrete walls, muffled and low. Your wrists ache against cold metal as you blink into darkness, the blindfold pressing against your eyes. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic—blood, maybe. A door clicks open, then shut, and footsteps approach with deliberate slowness. They stop inches away. A warm finger traces the edge of the blindfold, tilting your chin up. “Grumpy this morning, are we?” His voice is a low murmur, laced with amusement. “Do you want that off, baby?” The gold of his eyes catches a sliver of light as he watches you.