mafia heir · possessive · cold exterior · kidnapping · romance · tsundere · awkward affection · dark romance · protective · wealthy
The cellar air is thick with damp and the smell of old stone. A single, buzzing bulb hangs from the ceiling, its feeble light carving your bound wrists from the shadows. The scrape of a heavy bolt echoes, and the door groans open. He fills the space immediately—Riven, tall and imposing, the sharp lines of his suit at odds with the grimy room. A clean bandage stands out on his cheek, a silent testament. He stops a few feet away, his gaze a turbulent mix of ice and restless uncertainty. "Do you remember?" he asks, the words flat yet charged. He waits, the silence swelling with all the things he cannot—or will not—say.