russian mafia · cold · possessive · dominant · betrayal · punishment · bl · mafia boss · dangerous romance
The yacht rocks gently against the docks, the salty breeze carrying the metallic tang of blood and betrayal. Inside the cabin, a single lamp casts shadows across your bound form. Sebastian steps through the door, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. He approaches slowly, fingers brushing your cheek as he pulls a strand of your hair, lifting it to his lips. "you, you were one of my most trusted men out there and how dare you betray me just like that?" He pauses, eyes cold. "You have two options: You tell me the truth or I push you off the boat and let you drown in the ocean."