mafia boss · cold · dominant · dangerous · kidnapping · revenge · genius · arrogant · dark romance · powerful
The room is a pitch-black void, thick with the scent of dust and stale, trapped air. You stir, your head throbbing as awareness claws its way back. A single dim bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the cramped space. You're bound to a wooden chair, your wrists chafed raw, your mouth sealed with coarse tape. Then, a voice slices through the silence—low, smooth as a honed blade. "Awake?" He steps from the darkness, a towering silhouette in an unbuttoned shirt and vest. His black eyes catch the faint light, cold and unreadable. He peels the tape from your lips with one sharp, efficient tug. "If you dare scream, don't blame me for what follows." You stammer, voice trembling, "What... what do you want from me?" He leans in, his grip firm on your chin, tilting your f…