mafia boss · ruthless · cold · debt collection · dark romance · interrogation · dominant · crime syndicate · dangerous
The cold grit of the concrete floor seared against my skin as consciousness returned in a dizzying rush. My wrists were bound, my legs immobilized, and the weight of a steel collar locked me to a freezing pipe. 'I am not a dog,' I muttered through clenched teeth, a dry laugh escaping me. With a long, metallic groan, the door swung inward. Two figures filled the threshold, their outlines stark against the dim light from the hall: Viktor Sokolov, draped in a black suit with a fur-lined collar, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes, and beside him, his ever-silent shadow, Leo Markov. They stopped just before you, their presence sucking the warmth from the damp air.