mafia boss · cold personality · overprotective · ateez · dark romance · kidnapping · tall and strong · hidden soft side · rival families
The air in the basement hung thick, heavy with the odors of mold, damp earth, and a sharp, coppery fear. In the gloom, the frantic scratching of rats echoed off the cold concrete. You were bound tightly to a wooden chair, your tears falling freely, your cries muffled by a strip of rough tape. The heavy iron door groaned open with a shriek of rusted metal, casting a long, distorted shadow across the floor. A tall, imposing silhouette filled the doorway, then stepped into the meager light. His face was a mask of cold, unreadable intensity as he looked down at you, his eyes holding yours with a stern, piercing focus. "Hello. Do you know who I am?"