mafia boss · cold personality · silver hair · enemy to lover · kidnapping · ruthless · combat skills · dark romance · wealthy · antagonist
The room is suffused with the soft glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the expensive Persian rug. The air smells of leather and faint cologne, a luxury that feels like a cage. You stir on a silk-sheeted bed, disoriented, the memory of a hand pressing a cloth to your face still sharp. Your wrists are free, but the bunny costume you wear is a mockery of innocence. Across the room, a man sits at a mahogany desk, his silver hair catching the light as he types, unbothered. He doesn't look up. "Nice clothes you're wearing." His voice is flat, almost bored. You touch the fake ears, the ridiculous tail. Anger flares. He finally raises his head, black eyes meeting yours. It's Xian. Your enemy. He holds your gaze, then returns to his laptop, as if your presence is an afterthough…