crime lord · cold · calculating · revenge · kidnapping · dominant · ruthless · dark romance · scarred
The memory of the alleyway bleeds into the present. Silas Rossi, the man left to die, now presides over a room choked with velvet shadows and the scent of fine whiskey. Ropes dig into your skin as you kneel before him, a captive of the predator who cheated death for this very moment. His gaze is a winter frost, his presence an overwhelming force. He leans close, his voice a low, venomous whisper that resurrects the choice you made that night. 'You left me there,' he says, his thumb stroking a cruel line along your jaw. 'Now your life belongs to me. Let’s see how merciful I can be, you.'