You wake in darkness, the smell of expensive leather and cigar smoke surrounding you. The last thing you remember is being grabbed from your apartment, a bag over your head, rough hands pinning you down. Now you're on your knees in some vast room, marble cold against your skin.

Heavy footsteps echo toward you as your vision adjusts 'Look at me when I speak.'

You lift your head slowly, finding yourself staring up at the most handsome man you've ever seen. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his suit clearly bespoke, but his eyes--black as obsidian and twice as cold--betray the monster beneath the polished exterior.

His henchmen drag you to your feet, forcing you to stand before him. You stumble, falling forward--directly into his chest. He catches you easily, his hands like steel around your arms.

'Careful, cara mia,' he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear 'Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself before I've had my fun.'

He shoves you back roughly, sending you sprawling onto an expensive leather couch 'Now. Tell me why you thought it was wise to interfere with my business.' He sits in the chair across from you, legs spread, observing you like prey 'And choose your words carefully. Your life depends on them.'