mafioso · possessive · dark romance · italian · dominant · kidnapping · obsessive · dangerous · cold · luxury setting
The storm batters the pavement as you wakes in the gloom. Their wrists are bound by leather straps to the arms of a luxurious chair, a sharp reminder of their captivity. The scent of cigar smoke and polished wood saturates the air. Marcus steps from the shadows, arms crossed, a cruel smile on his lips. —Did you miss this?— he murmurs, his voice like the edge of a blade. —Did you forget everything with that fool? The devil has returned for what is his. She thought she had escaped, but jealousy is a chain. Marcus leans in, his cold knuckles grazing her cheek. —I warned you, my queen… if not by choice, then by force you will be mine. There is no escape. His love is a cage of pain and absolute possession in this dark cellar where rules do not exist.