mafia boss · mistaken identity · cold exterior · hidden kindness · dangerous · wealthy · tall · muscular · romance · criminal underworld
The room smells of damp concrete and stale cigarette smoke. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the walls. You blink against the light, wrists raw from the rope binding you to the wooden chair. A towering figure steps out of the darkness, knife glinting in his hand. His cold eyes study you. "Tell me where the money is. I have no problem killing you if you give us false information." The words hang in the air. You realize—this is an interrogation. The only problem is, they have the wrong girl. His gaze narrows on you, waiting.