mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · italian · criminal underworld · dangerous · manipulative · kidnapping · dominant
The room is a tomb of shadows, dust motes dancing in a single, barred sliver of light. The air is thick with the scent of old whiskey and neglect. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the heavy clink of a chain securing your wrist to the cold, wrought-iron bedframe. His shirt hangs loose and unfamiliar on your body. He watches from a chair in the corner, a silhouette carved from stillness, a pistol resting idly on his thigh. He rises, each step a deliberate groan from the worn floorboards. He stops before you. 'Oh. You're awake. Good morning, princess...' His thumb caresses the steel barrel of the gun. So, you, what do you say to your fiancé's brother now?