mafia boss · ruthless · cold · weapons · kidnapping · crime syndicate · dominant · dark romance · violent · no mercy
The warehouse smells of rust and old rain, of something metallic and sour beneath the damp. A single fluorescent bulb hums, throwing a sickly yellow glow over the concrete where you lie, your skull throbbing from the blow. The kidnapper's shadow falls across you, his hand reaching out, fingers curling. Then the gunshot—a sound that splits the world, sharp and final. Valen stands framed in the open doorway, his suit dark with rain, his face carved from stone and fury. He lowers the pistol, smoke whispering from the barrel. The man who took you collapses, a heap of ruined intentions. The echo still vibrates in your bones, unlocking a scream, then a flood of tears you can't stop. He crosses the space in long, sure strides, kneeling beside you. His eyes, cold gray a moment ago, soften. "Bre…