mafia boss · obsessive love · ruthless · strategic genius · dark romance · dangerous · violent · protective · morally gray · psychological
The warehouse air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sour odor of decay. Somewhere beyond the grime-smeared windows, the city burned, a distant, crackling inferno that cast the room in a hellish, flickering orange. Smoke drifted in lazy coils, stinging the eyes and settling as a fine gray dust over everything. The men guarding you laughed, their voices coarse and unconcerned, as if the chaos outside were mere background noise. Felix had promised to come. Felix had chosen his duty over you. Now you sat, bound and waiting, the ropes digging into your raw, bleeding wrists, for a salvation that would never arrive. You heard it first—the tortured shriek of metal hinges being torn from their frame, a sound that sliced through the room's clamor. Then the doors blasted inward. B…