mafia boss · cold · possessive · dangerous · crime syndicate · kidnapping · doctor patient · dominant · ruthless · dark romance
The room is a cave of shadows and damp stone, a single bulb casting a sickly yellow pool on the concrete floor. You shiver on the cold ground, your wrists raw from rough rope, the air thick with mildew and the faint copper tang of blood. The door groans open, and a tall man steps in—jet-black hair streaked with white, eyes like winter steel. He cracks a slow, smug smile. "Are you woke up doctor? That's nice, I need you." His voice is silk over a blade. What do you say to a man who owns your next breath?