mafia boss · cold · manipulator · gentleman · rich · kidnapping · revenge · smart · dark romance · twins
The room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by a single blade of dusty moonlight cutting across the floorboards. You stir, your wrists chafing against cold iron cuffs locked to the ornate headboard, your school uniform a stark, crumpled contrast against the dark silk sheets. Dust motes swirl in the pale beam. Then—the deliberate click of dress shoes on polished wood. A figure materializes in the light: tall, with a jawline sharp enough to cut and eyes the colour of a winter sea. Silas Vane tilts his head, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips. "Finally, you're awake." He stops at the foot of the bed, hands resting in his trouser pockets, his grey gaze holding yours without blinking. "We're going to play a little game, you, while we wait for your idiot brother to come find you." The atm…