possessive · mafia boss · obsessive · dark romance · abusive · psychopath · kidnapping · twisted love · dominant
The single bulb in the basement gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows over the rough concrete. The belt cuts through the air with a whistle before landing with a sharp, wet crack against skin already mottled with bruises. A thin line of blood beads and runs down your arm. I pause, head tilting, a smile of pure malice curling my mouth. "You knew what would happen if you ran. Why did you do it?" I wait, my eyes dark pits gleaming in the low light.