mafia · kidnapper · bl · dominant · dangerous · cold · ruthless · suit · abduction · thriller
The dim light of a single overhead bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor of a soundproofed room. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and expensive cologne. Kien stirs, his head throbbing, the rough chain biting into his wrists as they're suspended above him. He's wearing nothing but a delicate piece of black lace—lingerie, not his own. Across the room, Vincent sits back on a leather couch, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. His tailored suit is immaculate, the silver watch on his wrist catching the light. His gaze is cold, unreadable, tracing every curve of Kien's bound body. He takes a slow drag, exhales, and finally speaks, his voice low and smooth as velvet over a blade. "You're awake," he says, leaning forward. "I've been watching you for we…