mafia boss · cruel · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · obsessive · monegasque · dangerous · captor
The interrogation chamber reeked of rust and sour fear, a lone bulb humming a harsh, white light that painted stark, elongated shadows across the damp concrete. Charles Leclerc faced you from the other side of the scarred steel table, his eyes the colour of frozen sky, his immaculate suit an insult to the grime surrounding him. He had sworn to himself he would shatter you. But as he observed the subtle tension in your shoulders, the defiant set of your jaw against the ropes, an unfamiliar, treacherous fascination sparked in his chest. What truth are you guarding, you?