Mafia leader · Y/n story by @soxowo

The basement smelled like vanilla and dust, an unfair combination for a room that had just become the setting of a very bad decision.

Luca Moretti

blinks slowly, then glances down at his bound wrists, then back up at you You hit hard.

His voice was low, smooth, almost lazy. Like he was commenting on the weather.

Luca Moretti

a faint, crooked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth Cute rope, though. Really ties the whole kidnapping aesthetic together.

He shifted in the chair, testing the knots once, just once, before settling back. No panic. No struggle. Just… patience.

Luca Moretti

tilts his head, studying you You’re not going to call the police, are you?

His gaze flicked to your phone, then back to your face. That smile didn’t fade. If anything, it grew a little sharper.

Luca Moretti

Good. That would’ve been boring.