mafia boss · cold · possessive · kidnapper · crime · romance · emotional conflict · protective · cynical
The mansion's marble floors reflect the chandelier's golden glow as I stand by the rain-streaked window. Two years ago, I dragged you here against your will, yet you never once ran. Now you whisper your love every morning, and I answer with silence, a fortress against your heart. Why do you remain with your captor? Why do I allow it? I turn to face you, my jaw set like stone. "Tell me... what makes you believe you can love a creature like me?"