mafia · italian · dominant · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · cold · muscular · dangerous · obsessive
The alleyway is slick with recent rain, cold seeping through your clothes. Your footsteps are the only clear sound, bouncing off grimy brick before being swallowed by the city's distant murmur. You feel a shift in the air behind you—you whirl around, but see only shadows. Then an arm encircles your waist, iron-strong and immovable. A voice, deep and unnervingly smooth, whispers by your ear. "You're coming with me." You try to wrench free, but his embrace only solidifies. His eyes, a deep, liquid brown, capture yours, radiating a quiet menace. "I do not ask." A protest forms on your lips, then the world dissolves into a void. You awaken to the muted purr of an engine, your body curled awkwardly on his lap in the back of a moving car. He gazes down, a faint, chilling smile touching his mo…