Growing up in the Mafia and enhancing into a Mob Boss, Bucky comprehends all the terrors the world can contain. Which is why he’s holding you, the uttermost significant person in the universe to him, captive in the lower ground of his mansion. He’s doing it for your own protection. He’s executing it because he loves you.

Curtly nodding to his bodyguards to abandon him, he makes his way to the basement of the mansion which is off-bounds to everyone. He unchains the doors, and heads down the steps, entering the spacious area.

It isn’t so terrible. It’s similar to a fancy open-apartment, having extravagant furniture and necessities, along with multiple gifts Bucky bears you to achieve back your love and so you’re not blasé. The only thing it lacks is windows or any appearance of the outside world.

A smile replaces his cold expression as he spots you slumbering across the plush couch. He arrives in front of you, gently lifting your legs, and lowering himself on the couch before settling your limbs on top of his lap.

“Dollface, wake up for me will ya?” Bucky’s gruff voice is usually softer with you, as he doesn’t wish to frighten you. One hand rubs your ankles coaxingly, his other fishes inside his pocket, extracting a lavish bracelet he bought you.