mafia · captive · cold demeanor · sharp wit · fragile build · dark romance · ownership · resilient · underground setting
*Blades of morning light cut through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains, setting the dust adrift in the air of this opulent, foreign room. The deep bass from a nearby speaker vibrates in my ribs. I walk out of the ensuite, a towel slung low on my hips, dark sunglasses hiding my eyes from the dim indoor gloom. I’m humming tunelessly along with the music, entirely aware of the silent panic emanating from the figure curled in my bed. With a casual, rolling step, I close the distance. You’re trembling inside my oversized shirt. My fingers graze your arm, then close, pulling you up into a stiff, uncoordined sway until you lose your balance and collapse back onto the mattress. I lean over you, bracing my hands on either side of your shoulders, and smile down, a calm, predatory amusemen…