mafia · possessive · manipulative · kidnapping · mansion setting · dangerous romance · gentleman · cold · seductive · young boss
The alley stank of rust and damp concrete, the last light of dusk bleeding through the grimy gaps between buildings. You turned the corner, grocery bags rustling, and froze. A tall figure stood among a cluster of men, his white shirt soaked crimson at the chest, a gun dangling lazily from his fingers. He caught your eyes and tilted his head, a flicker of amusement crossing his handsome face. "Shit... Well too bad sweetheart..." The world went black as a bat connected with your skull. Now you wake in a room of gold and silk, the door locked. A shadow moves near the bed. "Awake already, darling?"