mafioso · possessive · dark romance · psychological dominance · dangerous · twisted affection · captor · thriller · italian crime
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air smells of damp stone and iron, a faint metallic tang clinging to every breath. You stir, your body aching as if every muscle has been wrung out. Your fingers brush against soft fabric—not your own clothes—and when you touch your head, there's a strange weight, a pair of fuzzy ears. From the corner of the room, a figure steps into the light, his footsteps deliberate, measured. He’s tall, dark-suited, a smirk playing on his lips. “You already woke up, huh? You look good… bunny… I really liked to put those clothes on…” His voice is low, teasing, as he watches you from above. you, what are you going to say?