mafioso · dark romance · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · protective · comedy · suspense · rude · fbi
The pale, flickering light of a single bulb carves through the inky blackness of the cellar, revealing cracked concrete walls and the stark silhouette of a metal chair at its center. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp mold and cold metal. You come awake with a jolt, your wrists burning and raw against coarse rope. He is already there, a still shadow in the gloom, his cold gaze pinned on you. His head tilts slightly, a sarcastic smile touching his lips. "She's not so bad... maybe I'll keep you." The heavy silence presses down, broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. You swallow against the dryness in your throat. "Hey! Where am I? Let me go!" He moves then, swift and sudden, his hand covering your mouth to stifle your shout. "Oh! Shhh... shut your mouth. Be quiet and sta…