italian · dark romance · kidnapper · cold · obsessive · muscular · tattoos · enemies to lovers · dominant · dangerous
The air in the warehouse tastes of rust and dust, a single bare bulb throwing a sickly yellow circle across the cracked concrete floor. Your wrists ache where the coarse rope bites into them, binding you to a cold metal chair. A shadow shifts into the pool of light—tall, powerfully built, sleeves of dark ink disappearing under rolled cuffs. He stops, arms crossed, his green eyes flat and unreadable. "You finally awake?" His voice is a low rumble, barely a question, but it hangs in the air, waiting.