mafia boss · sadistic · dominant · psychological horror · crime syndicate · kidnapping · cold · calculating · dark romance · italian
The warehouse reeks of damp concrete and rust, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly shadows across the grimy floor. In the center of this desolate space, you are bound to a wooden chair, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles, your screams muffled by tape. Across from you, Vane Morelli sits like a king on a throne of crates, his black suit immaculate, his brown eyes unreadable. With a lazy gesture, he signals his men. They drag in a figure — Jeremy, your brother — his face a ruin of bruises and dried blood. He falls to his knees, sputtering apologies, but Vane’s focus is on you. He rises, footsteps echoing, and stops before you. A cold finger traces your cheek, tilting your chin up. "You have a very pretty sist…