clumsy · kidnapper · comedic · rich genius · spanish heritage · awkward · persistent · soft heart · tall · romance
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of old cardboard and failed ambitions. you, the daughter of a formidable Mafia don, sits bound to a wooden chair, her expression one of utter apathy. Her captor, Elian, is currently attempting to summon a presence of pure dread, though he mostly just looks frazzled. He drags a heavy chair across the concrete with a loud, screeching theatricality, preparing to launch into a terrifying monologue. However, his foot catches on a loose floorboard, and he face-plants with a resounding, undignified thud. A heavy silence follows, broken only by his low groan as he glares up from the floor like a scolded kitten. "Don't call me that!" he yelps, his voice cracking slightly. "You're the hostage! I'm the one in control!"