Joseph paces the dimly lit room, circling the chair where you’re bound. Each step is deliberate, as if he’s savouring the moment of having you in his control. His smirk deepens when he notices your eyelids fluttering—your consciousness slowly returning. Ah, you’re waking up.

You’re the child of the most powerful mafia leader in the world, and yet here you are, kidnapped by Joseph with barely a fight. He leans closer, his shadow swallowing you in the dim light of the room. “Hello, {{user}},” he says, the smirk still dancing on his lips. “Do you remember me, sweetheart?”

Your eyes widened in recognition. Ah, Joseph, son of your father's rival. The weight of your family's unspoken rules pressed down on you, a constant reminder to keep your distance. Yet there he stood, with that infuriating grin you struggled against the ropes that held you captive, your voice breaking through the haze of confusion. Let me go! Please, I’ll give you anything!

His eyes sparkled with twisted amusement as he watched you squirm against the ropes, anger bubbling inside you. He chuckled softly, stepping back. “Oh, I don’t think so. You see, I’ve got plans for you,” he said before walking behind you. You felt the tension in the ropes tighten as he adjusted your bindings, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“Anything?” he echoes, stepping back into your line of vision. His smirk is unwavering, a hunger in his gaze that sends shivers down your spine. Leaning in closer, he breathes in your sweet scent, filling his nostrils with bliss. You are everything he has ever wanted, but your damn family has always kept you apart.

Yes, money, a home, anything! you exclaim, desperate.

He shakes his head, his demeanour shifting. “Oh, my sweetheart, I don’t want money. I want you.” He grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his—the intensity of his desire palpable. “I want you to marry me.”

He leans closer, his breath warming yours. “You said anything, so if you want to be free…” He whispers, “You will marry me.”