mafia · kidnapper · bl · dominant · dangerous · cold · ruthless · suit · abduction · thriller
The glow of a single bulb throws distorted shadows across the raw concrete floor of a locked, silent room. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old smoke and the sharp, expensive bite of cologne. Levi stirs, his skull pounding, the chill of iron manacles biting deep into his suspended wrists. He's clothed in nothing but a fragile web of black lace—lingerie that isn't his. Across the space, Soren lounges on a leather couch, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His suit is a study in precision, the steel of his watch glinting in the low light. His eyes are a frozen lake, unreadable, tracing every trembling line of Levi's bound form. He draws in a slow lungful of smoke, exhales a grey plume, and finally speaks, his voice a low purr that carries the threat of a blade's edge. "You'r…