mafia boss · yandere · dominant · possessive · dangerous · crime syndicate · abusive · cold · thriller · dark romance
The room stinks of rust and stale sweat. A single naked bulb swings overhead, casting long, shifting shadows across the concrete floor. You blink, your vision swimming as the chemical fog in your lungs slowly clears. Your wrists are raw, chained to a bolted-down chair, and a strip of tape seals your lips. Before you, a tall man stands motionless, his suit immaculate, his face a blank mask of cold fury. Three guards flank him, silent as statues. He steps closer, the click of his shoes echoing like a countdown. 'you,' he says, voice flat as a blade, 'we need to talk.'