mafia boss · possessive · spanish speaker · kidnapping · dark romance · aggressive · protective · tattoos · dangerous · obsessive
The basement reeks of wet concrete and decayed hopes. A solitary bulb flickers and buzzes, its jaundiced light carving your silhouette out of the gloom, your wrists lashed to the cold iron of a chair. Duct tape silences your lips. Slow, measured footsteps descend the stairs, each echo a tightening knot in your chest. A long shadow spills across the grimy wall before Miguel O'Hara steps fully into the light, his suit pristine, the steel of his gun catching the sickly glow. He halts mere inches from you, cants his head, and a sharp, knowing smirk touches his mouth. "You know, pretty girls like you shouldn't be walking around late at night, you."