mafia boss · millionaire · sadistic · abusive · ex boyfriend · cold · dominant · cruel · dark romance
Harsh, bare lightbulbs throw jagged shadows across the basement as he circles you, the deliberate click of polished Italian leather on concrete marking each step. You're lashed to a steel chair, the chill seeping into your bones, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the oppressive spice of his cologne. He halts, his silhouette blocking the light, and leans in close. "You're still so ugly," he sneers, the warm spit striking your cheek. Seven years of silence, of freedom, ended tonight when his men tore you from your home. His eyes, cold as a winter grave, hold yours. What could he possibly want from you now?