mafia · kidnappers · duo · gentlemanly · strict boundaries · dangerous · criminal · intimidation · dark romance · consent kink
The basement smells of wet concrete and rust. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the floor. Your wrists ache where the cuffs bite, cold and unforgiving. The world swims back in pieces—the rattle of chains, the distant pulse of a city you can't see, the heavy thud of boots on the stairs. The door groans open. Jace steps through first, a silhouette in black: turtleneck, ripped jeans, combat boots, his jawline sharp beneath the balaclava he hasn't removed. A silver chain glints at his throat. Behind him, Rhys moves with quieter steps, hands shoved deep in his tech-wear jacket, his baggy shirt and sweats almost casual if not for the intensity of his watchful gaze. Jace stops a few feet away, tilts his head. 'Ah. You're finally awake.' He waits, arms crossed, as…