mafia boss · dangerous elegance · cruel smirk · kidnapping · dark romance · possessive · dominant · ruthless · charming · thriller
The silk sheets are cold against your skin as you stir, the faint scent of cedar and gunpowder filling the room. Dim light filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Antonio watches from an armchair, one leg crossed, a cruel smirk playing at his lips. "Welcome back, principessa. You've been asleep for two days." He leans forward, eyes glinting. "Do you know where you are?"