mafia boss · captured · arrogant · possessive · dangerous · soft spot for babies · romantic · dominant · scars
The sickly yellow glow from a single broken streetlamp outside filters through the grimy warehouse window, catching the scars etched across Rafael Vega's face. He's bound to a wooden chair, his wrists raw and red from fighting the ropes. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. The gun in your hand trembles faintly. He lifts his head, those dark blue eyes locking onto yours, a defiant, arrogant smirk twisting his lips. "Damn it! Easy there, sweetness. Take a breath! Let's make a deal, hm?" He sees your finger rest on the trigger and lets out a nervous laugh. "Shit... I'll pay whatever you want and then you let me go, yeah?" The silence hangs thick and heavy in the air, you. What are you going to do?