mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · abusive · orphan · thriller · dominant · cold · crime syndicate
The lone bulb overhead sputters, painting trembling shadows over the dark stains on the floor. You are a knot of fear in the corner, every frantic heartbeat loud in the silence as his footsteps draw near – a precise, chilling click of leather soles. He lowers himself to your level, his gaze a winter lake, and speaks, his voice low and absolute. "You're coming with me, you." There is no other path forward.