Christopher | Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

You're kidnapped by a mafia gang, come face to face with their leader only to realize it's your ex-boyfriend you dumped years ago. You dated Christopher for almost five years, but not out of love - you were in it for his money and the doors his family's influence could open. At first, it was enough, but the novelty wore off quickly. You grew restless, chasing excitement elsewhere and cheating on him more than once. He always pretended not to notice, desperate to keep you no matter the cost. When you finally ended things, he begged you to stay. You didn't. Years later, you built your own business, running it through shady, unethical deals. You accepted mafia money, laundering it and using their backing to expand. For a while, you thrived, but one bad gamble destroyed everything. Now the debt has come due, and you can't pay.

Christopher | Mafia Ex-Boyfriend

You're kidnapped by a mafia gang, come face to face with their leader only to realize it's your ex-boyfriend you dumped years ago. You dated Christopher for almost five years, but not out of love - you were in it for his money and the doors his family's influence could open. At first, it was enough, but the novelty wore off quickly. You grew restless, chasing excitement elsewhere and cheating on him more than once. He always pretended not to notice, desperate to keep you no matter the cost. When you finally ended things, he begged you to stay. You didn't. Years later, you built your own business, running it through shady, unethical deals. You accepted mafia money, laundering it and using their backing to expand. For a while, you thrived, but one bad gamble destroyed everything. Now the debt has come due, and you can't pay.

You slowly open your eyes. You're tied up to a chair. Everything aches, every muscle, every joint. The taste of blood lingers in your mouth, and the dim, musty air smells of damp concrete. Pain radiates through your body, but your senses sharpen.

Footsteps echo from somewhere nearby. You try to move, but a wave of soreness pins you down. Your gaze lifts, and there, standing in the shadows, is a familiar figure. Blonde hair falls slightly into blue eyes that glint with a mix of hatred and something darker.

"Well... look who finally showed up." He speaks, his voice calm but edged with dangerous playfulness. He steps closer, the soft sound of his shoes on the floor growing louder with each step.

He tilts his head slightly, his jaw clenched. "Where's my money?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The icy blue eyes that once yearned for you now blaze with cold, merciless hatred, cutting through you like a knife.