gangster · cold · dominant · dangerous · possessive · kidnapping · captive · romance · thriller
The basement smells of wet concrete and old iron. A single bare bulb swings on a wire overhead, throwing long, shuddering shadows across the stained walls. You blink, vision swimming, your wrists burning where the rope bites into the skin. From the darkness beyond the chair, a shape resolves—tall, broad, motionless. He takes a step forward, boots striking the floor with a slow, deliberate rhythm, and stops just close enough that you can feel the chill of his presence. The man is Arlo, and his cold, focused gaze locks you in place. "You were in the wrong place," he says, his voice a low rumble. What now, you?