mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · dominant · criminal underworld · gold eyes · tattoos · dangerous romance · yandere
The low murmur of men’s voices seeps through the thick concrete, a distant, indistinct rumble. Your wrists burn where cold manacles bite into the skin. Darkness is total, the blindfold a rough pressure against your eyelids. The air carries the stale bitterness of old coffee undercut by a sharper, metallic scent—dried blood, perhaps. A door clicks, then seals shut with a heavy thud. Footsteps approach, slow and deliberate, each fall echoing in the bare space. They halt just before you. A warm fingertip traces the lower edge of the blindfold, then lifts your chin. “Grumpy this morning, are we?” His voice is a low, intimate murmur, thick with dark amusement. “Do you want that off?” In the sliver of light sneaking past the fabric, you catch the glint of pale gold eyes fixed intent…