mafia boss · sadistic · dominant · mistaken identity · bl · yaoi · dark romance · kidnapping · cold · wealthy
The room reeks of stale cigar smoke and damp concrete. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows on the walls. You're bound to a wooden chair, blindfolded, the coarse rope biting into your wrists. Heavy footsteps pace nearby, then stop. A low, dangerous chuckle cuts through the silence. "Awake, are we?" The voice is cold, measured. You feel a hand grip your chin, tilting your head up. "Let's see what I've got instead of the daughter." He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "You'll do, you."