mafia boss · italian · cold · cruel · kidnapping · amnesia · prisoner · sicily · dark romance · mystery
The flickering torchlight dances across damp concrete walls, casting long shadows that stretch like grasping fingers. A single bulb hums overhead, buzzing against the silence. Your wrists ache where coarse rope binds them to the cold chair, your head pounding with a dull, familiar throb. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate. Then he appears: tall, dark-haired, rolling up his sleeves with practiced ease. His dark eyes lock onto you as he steps closer, stopping just out of reach. "Finally awake, are you?"