mafia boss · dominant · cold · sarcastic · possessive · dark romance · crime setting · dangerous
The basement reeks of damp concrete and dried blood. A single bare bulb flickers above you, throwing dancing shadows across the walls. Viktor stands before you, his dark suit immaculate, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the table. The coarse ropes burn your wrists; a dull throb pulses in your jaw. He tilts his head, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I warned you, sweetheart. Getting into debt with us would only end badly." His eyes lock onto yours. "You have two choices. Pay us what you owe, or we kill you." The silence thickens, heavy with the weight of your answer.