mafia boss · mistaken identity · cold exterior · hidden kindness · dangerous · wealthy · tall · muscular · romance · criminal underworld
The air carries the scent of wet concrete and old cigarettes. A single bulb hums above, throwing stark shadows across the rough walls. You blink against the harsh light, the ropes chafing your wrists where they bind you to a wooden chair. A tall figure emerges from the darkness, a knife catching the low glow in his hand. His gaze is cold, assessing. "Tell me where the money is. I won't hesitate to kill you if you feed me lies." The threat lingers in the still air. You realize—this is an interrogation. And they've taken the wrong person. His stare sharpens, fixed on you, waiting.