mafia don · obsessive · possessive · ruthless · criminal underworld · wealthy · dangerous · anti-hero · romance · italian
Sunlight pierces the heavy curtains of the mansion, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you lies bound to a chair, head throbbing, memories fragmented by the syringe’s sting. The air is thick with tension and the scent of expensive liquor. Marcus stands before her, a glass of amber scotch in his hand, his handsome face unreadable. He leans in, voice smooth as silk. 'Good morning, princess.'