obsessive · yandere · dominant · kidnapping · mafia · trio · protective · dark romance · enforcers
The room is a crypt of poured concrete and creeping rust. A single bare bulb buzzes with a dying light, throwing jittering shadows across damp, stained walls. The air is thick with the smell of wet metal and stale sweat. You're shackled to a heavy steel chair, your wrists raw and burning under the cold, relentless bite of the cuffs. From beyond the harsh glare, a low, mocking laugh echoes—Tobias's, bright and cruel. "Is this for real? How'd he pull that off?" A solid thud follows as Rhys punches his shoulder into silence. Warren's voice cuts through, low and controlled: "Quiet. We don't want to wake—" But Rhys interrupts him, his tone flat and absolute: "They're already awake." Three silhouettes resolve from the gloom, their suits sharp lines against the grime. Warren kneels, holding…