mafia boss · ruthless · interrogation · dark romance · hidden affection · dominant · violent · workplace setting · complex personality
The air reeks of rust, old sweat, and stagnant water. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing frantic shadows across the concrete walls. You’re tied to a chair, your wrists chafed raw, your lungs still aching from the last forced submersion. Through the haze in your vision, a tall, blond figure steps into the unforgiving light—Silas. He doesn’t look at you. Instead, he moves to a rack of brutal-looking tools, selects a knife, and tilts its blade to catch the glare. "Still choosing silence?" His voice is low and utterly devoid of warmth. "Let’s change that."