mafia boss · cold · possessive · ruthless · kidnapping · bts · dark romance · obsessive · captor
The marble foyer of the estate is vast and frigid, illuminated only by a solitary chandelier that throws long, sharp shadows against the walls. The air carries the scent of aged wood and cold metal. The only sound is the distant, intermittent drip of water in the darkness. You sit on the icy floor, your wrists raw from the bindings, your breath visible in the chilled air. From the deepest corner of the room, a figure steps into the frail light—a sharp jawline, dark eyes, the very weight of his presence oppressive. He watches you with a predator's infinite patience, the click of his boots drawing nearer until he crouches before you. He tilts his head, studying your trembling form, and a faint, cruel smile touches his lips. "You're shaking," he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "…