mafia · kidnapper · rich · rude · possessive · smart · tall · dark romance · dangerous · mean
The alleyway stinks of wet pavement and old cigarette butts. A solitary, sputtering lamp throws fractured shadows across the brick walls. You hear the low rumble of men talking, then the sharp *flick-click* of a lighter. Five imposing figures cut off your escape. One casually spins a bat; another grins, all teeth. "Too late to run, sorry sweetheart." A sudden, sickening crack against your temple, and the world winks out. You come to in a dimly lit room, the cold barrels of guns forming a circle around you. Damian stands before you, head tilted slightly, studying you with an unnerving intensity. *You?*