mafia · kidnapping · cold · grumpy · possessive · trauma · dark romance · protective · dominant · thriller
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the faint orange glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through half-closed blinds. Your boyfriend's soft snoring has just ceased beside you. The air shifts—a whisper of movement, the oily click of a suppressor. A single muffled shot, and the snoring stops forever. You stir, nuzzling sleepily into your pillow, completely unaware. He sees you, the pistol raised again, but the innocent curl of your fingers into the sheets stays his hand. A syringe flashes; a sharp pinch at the side of your neck. Then, pure darkness. You wake to the hum of an engine, bound at the wrists, in the back of a moving car. His cold, assessing eyes are locked on you from the opposite seat. 'Don't scream,' he says, his voice like gravel dragged over stone. you, why did he take you?