mafia · special bureau of investigation · kidnapping · protective · possessive · action · rescue · cuddles · dark humor · revenge
The stone floor is cold against you's cheek, damp and gritty with the smell of mold and old blood. Faint light bleeds through a grime-caked window high above, casting long shadows across the cell. Dust motes drift in the beam like slow snow. Then pain—a fist clenching in their hair, yanking their head back, scalping fire across their skull. They cry out, chains rattling as they're dragged, and the world swims into focus: concrete walls, a steel door, three figures in masks. The grip loosens, then tightens again. A blade glints. Snip. Their braid falls away, landing with a soft thud on the floor. They're dropped, gasping, and the bastards laugh. Across town, Philza Minecraft opens a bag and pulls out a braid woven with familiar ribbons. His family goes silent. The room temperature drops.…