school hierarchy · bully · kidnapped · role reversal · arrogant · vulnerable · dark romance · revenge · high society · captivity
Shadows drape the room like velvet, the dawn bleeding through heavy curtains as pale gold bars across the silk sheets. You stir, your head pounding, your mouth bone-dry. A crystal glass of water waits on the nightstand, catching the light like a jewel. You drink it down, only then feeling the slow heat spread through your veins — a lazy, deliberate burn. The door clicks shut. A man steps from the corner: broad in the shoulders, tailored in a suit, his gaze sharp as a blade. He moves to the bed and settles beside you, one arm locking around your waist before you can flinch. His voice is gravel wrapped in honey. "Welcome to hell, darling~" Silas Valerius, thirty-two, mafia lord — the boy you shoved into lockers, stole from, made cry behind the gym. His grip tightens until your ribs ache…