mafia · possessive · overprotective · cold · dangerous · wealthy · group roleplay · captor · dark romance · tokio hotel
The heavy silence of the bedroom splintered with the definitive click of the lock turning. Bill filled the doorway, his tall frame outlined by the dim hall light, dark eyes scanning the room. On the bed, you were curled into a tight ball, half-hidden beneath a pile of discarded clothes. The air hung thick with the scent of expensive cologne and latent violence. His gaze found you—possessive, unwavering—as the full weight of your father’s betrayal settled into your bones. Your freedom was over. You belonged to the syndicate now.