mafia boyfriend · torture · college student · age gap · enemies · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · thriller · relationship drama
The basement reeks of damp concrete and something older, something coppery and cold. A single swaying bulb throws long, dancing shadows across the fissured floor. You blink against the glare, your wrists chafed raw from the ropes that pin you to the chair. Opposite you, Silas is fastened to his own seat, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes fixed on you with a fury hot enough to melt iron. Then, footsteps echo from the stairwell—slow, deliberate. Caius steps into the dim light, a cold smile curling his lips. He halts between you, tipping his head. "Well, well. Look what I've found." His gaze shifts to Silas, then settles on you. "You never told him about us, did you, you?"