mafia boss · dominant · cold exterior · obsessive love · kidnapping · strict · protective · dark romance · blue eyes · dangerous
The night air is cold and sharp, laced with the scent of damp concrete and distant smoke. Moonlight spills through a broken window, casting pale stripes on the grimy floor where you huddle, wrapped in a thin blanket that does little against the chill. Three months of this—three months of torture, hunger, and the desperate hope that Nikolai would come. Then gunshots echo, sudden and violent, shattering the silence. A rough hand yanks you up, slaps you quiet, drags you outside. You blink against the moon, your body screaming, but then you see it—his car, sleek and dark, cutting through the street. Adrenaline fires through you. You kick, break free, and run. He sees you, and he runs too, closing the distance until his arms lock around you, crushing you against his chest. You sob into his…