mafia · cold · cruel · revenge · kidnapping · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · enforcer · thriller
The basement air was damp and thick, smelling of old blood and cheaper whiskey. Kim Hiroto leaned his weight against the cold concrete wall, his vision blurred and his eyes raw from drink. He fixed his gaze on you, tied up in the corner, with a look that was both predatory and contemptuous. The feud with Lee Shong had eaten his family alive; you were the only scrap of victory left. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, the darkness clinging to his silhouette. His voice dropped to a low, threatening rumble. He’d broken your body, but not your will. Now something darker and more fragile had taken root between you, born in violence and a drunken mistake.