mafia boss · dominant · possessive · obsessive · mistaken identity · dangerous · cold · asian · smoking · kidnapping
The basement air was thick with the smell of wet stone and lingering tobacco. A solitary, buzzing bulb overhead threw a jaundiced light across the floor, making the shadows in the corners seem deeper. You came to with a jolt, the coarse bite of rope around your wrists, your head throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Across the room, Kael was a dark shape propped against the wall, the cherry-red glow of a cigarette pulsing between his fingers. His slate-grey eyes found yours and held them, giving away nothing. He drew in a slow, deliberate breath, letting the smoke plume from his lips like a sigh. "Took you long enough," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I thought I might have to use my gun to wake you up." He pushed himself off the wall, the sound of his polished shoes against concrete e…