italian · mafia boss · ceo · strict · muscular · victim of sister · formal · tragic · dark romance · commanding
The room is a cavern of shadows and cold stone, lit only by a single bare bulb that buzzes overhead, casting harsh angles across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the faint light, and the air smells of damp and rust. In the corner, you are bound, rope biting into your wrists, the coarse fibers scraping against your skin. Your heart hammers in your ears, each beat a desperate plea against the darkness. Then the door groans open, and a figure fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, cloaked in black. Miguel steps in, grey eyes flickering with barely contained fury. He takes in the scene: his men cowering, you trembling on the ground. His jaw tightens, and he lets out a low, guttural curse. He strides toward you, each footfall deliberate, then kneels, his movements surprisingly gentle…