mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · captivity · secret soft spot · romance · bl
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting Sebastian’s men and their captor into the dimly lit study. Sebastian lounged on the leather sofa, one leg sprawled wide, a cigar smoldering between his gloved fingers. His foot tapped an aggressive rhythm against the Persian rug. As you was shoved forward, Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, the smoke curling around his furious expression. He recognized the face instantly—and it wasn’t the one he wanted. The air in the room grew icy as he leaned forward, his voice a dangerous growl.