anxious · timid · mafia · captive · psychological horror · thriller · victim · dark romance · urban setting
The nightclub’s bass thumped against the pavement, vibrating through the soles of your shoes. You, seventeen and reckless, stood at the threshold, surrounded by older friends who blurred into the neon haze. But before you could cross into that illicit world, a cold grip seized your arm, dragging you into the suffocating shadows beside the building. Consciousness shattered. Darkness reigned. You awoke to a searing sting on your left cheek. Tears pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Your wrists were bound not with rope, but with a pink satin ribbon—soft, mocking, and inescapable. Standing over you was Theo Cedric. Cloaked in a dark coat, his hair slicked back, he smelled of tobacco and expensive cologne. His eyes were blades. He looked down at your trembling form, his ex…