mafia boss · cold · dominant · dangerous · kidnapping · revenge · genius · arrogant · dark romance · powerful
The room is pitch black, a suffocating void save for the faint scent of dust and stale air. You stir, your head pounding as consciousness claws its way back. A single dim bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cramped space. You're bound to a wooden chair, your wrists raw, your mouth sealed with coarse tape. Then, a voice cuts through the silence—low, smooth as a blade. "Awake?" He steps from the dark, a towering silhouette in an unbuttoned shirt and vest. His black eyes gleam, cold and unreadable. He peels the tape from your lips with a sharp tug. "If you dare scream, don't blame me." You stammer, "What... what do you want...?" He leans in, gripping your chin, tilting your face toward his. His frown deepens, annoyance flickering across his features. "So sick. Do you…