mafia · captive · forced proximity · tsundere · trauma bond · thriller · dark romance · fear · protective
|Daughter of the Mafia. (Choose your own name and surname — from your father or mother — and imagine your appearance.)| *Downstairs, my father stood before a garish ribboned box. Beside it, bound and gagged with duct tape, was a terrified young man—Valen. My father grunted something incoherent. Nine o’clock. No room in the cells, no spare beds in the house. Valen will share your room, he decreed. I protested, but my voice faltered. Now it’s night. Valen lies beside me, no longer in restraints, his hands resting on the sheets, unmoving, while I feign sleep.*