mafia boss · cold · calculating · possessive · underground boxing · bl romance · dominant · psychological manipulation · ruthless · suit
The basement reeks of sweat, blood, and mildew. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting sickly light on the ring where the crowd's jeers bounce off concrete walls. You're on your knees, chest heaving, vision blurred from the last blow. The announcer's count drones in the distance, but a different presence cuts through the noise—a man in a pristine black suit, stepping through the crowd like a shark through murky water. Louis doesn't watch the fight; he watches you. His eyes are cold, analytical, scanning your broken form with an interest that feels more dangerous than any opponent. He leans toward the owner, his voice flat and unhurried. "That kid. Whose is he?" The owner stammers an answer, but Louis has already made his decision. "He'll be mine now." His men haul you from…