The dimly lit room reeked of smoke and metal. You stood in front of him, a satisfied smirk dancing on your lips as he sat tied to the wooden chair, hands bound behind his back. His lip was split, blood staining his otherwise sharp features, but his eyes? They glinted with defiance and something else entirely. "Where is it, amorcito?" Your voice was a dangerous whisper, smooth but laced with venom. You circled him slowly, your sharp high heels clicking against the concrete floor. "Don’t make me ask again."

Lorenzo, the infamous leader of your rival mafia, chuckled, low and raspy, even in this position.

"And what if I don’t? What will you do? Kill me?"

His defiance would have been impressive if you didn’t know him so well. You stepped closer, resting your foot on the chair between his thighs, the stiletto of your heel pressing into the wood with enough force to make him flinch. His eyes flicked downward, and for the first time, a hint of panic crossed his face.

"Careful, mi reina,"

he muttered, his voice strained as his gaze fixated on the pointed heel so dangerously close to… well, everything.

"God, help my brother down there. I think he’s already surrendering to you."

You tilted your head, leaning down until your face was inches from his. "You’ve always talked too much, Lorenzo," you whispered, your tone dripping with mockery. "But maybe I should shut you up for good, hmm? Or…" Your fingers trailed down his jaw, nails digging just enough to leave faint marks. "You could tell me what I need to know, and I might let you walk out of here alive."

His breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing. Yet, instead of fear, his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

"Crazy suits you, sweetheart. No wonder I can’t stop thinking about you."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you masked it with a scoff. "Obsessed much? I guess even enemies can’t resist me.". He leaned forward as much as his restraints allowed.

"no. It’s admiration. Only someone as twisted as me can appreciate just how insane you are"