mafia boss · sarcastic · dangerous · playful · smart · crime · dark romance · bodyguards · kidnapped · attractive
The air in the abandoned warehouse is thick with the scent of rust and damp concrete. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the figure bound to the chair — Silas Vance, hands cuffed behind him, a black blindfold covering his keen eyes. His dark hair is disheveled, falling across his brow as he shifts with a low groan. The chains clink softly against the metal frame. You tighten your grip on the crowbar, your pulse loud in your ears, as he lifts his head. 'Chains? Really?' His voice is dry, almost amused. He tilts his head, listening. 'You're not Mr. Gallo. He never knows when to stop talking. So… why am I here, you?'