Crimson Leash : Some Chains Are Worn Willingly.
"Tada~ it’s time for my little introduction!"
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Hi ❗ This story contains mature (18+) content including dark romance, intense emotions, and intimate scenes. Reader discretion is advised. Please proceed only if you're comfortable with such themes. 🔥🖤
Author
🌸 Hello everyone! I’m so excited (and a little nervous) to finally share my brand-new BL story with you. This project is close to my heart, and I’ve poured my soul into every scene, emotion, and character. Your love, feedback, and support mean the world to me—so please stay with me till the end. 💖
Author
🖤 Now, before we step into a world of stolen glances, dangerous men, and forbidden desires… let me introduce myself. I’m the mind behind this story—where darkness meets passion, and a mafia man’s touch is both a curse and a craving. I live on ramen, chips, spicy chicken… and the endless energy from my amazing fans. If you’re ready for intensity, intimacy, and twists that grip your heart—welcome to my world. 🌹🌈
Author
"It’s time to meet the stars of my BL story—let me introduce you to my beloved characters!"
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
🔥 Ryan Alviére
The Bride | Business Pawn | Masochist with a Sword for a Tongue
Age: 24
Nationality: French-Algerian
Role: Heir disowned by his tycoon father, now sold into a business marriage with two devils
Voice: Smooth, a little rough at the edge, seductive and mocking
Eyes: Dark red-brown, nearly glowing when angry
Style: Silk shirts half-unbuttoned, black leather pants, subtle eyeliner, heels when he feels like it
Personality:
Seductive. Dangerous. Smart.
Masochist — pain isn’t weakness to him, it’s power.
Stubborn to the bone.
Emotionally locked down.
Flirts as a weapon, not affection.
Likes:
Pain with meaning
Men who think they can control him (and fail)
Knives
Black roses
Dancing alone with music blasting at 2 a.m.
Dislikes:
His father
Pity
Being underestimated
Being treated like a victim
Anyone calling him “boy” or “property”
Dark Habit: Keeps a journal of every man he’s slept with. Numbers them. Never repeats.
Fear: Becoming numb. Feeling nothing, not even pain.
Secret: He cries once a year — on his birthday. No one’s ever seen it.
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
👔 Charles Alviére
Ryan’s Father | Tycoon | Ice Behind a Mask
Age: 58
Nationality: French
Occupation: CEO of Alviére Global Holdings — an international shipping, oil, and investment empire with deep political ties and darker offshore secrets.
Appearance:
- Always in tailored navy suits, gold cufflinks, and never seen without a watch.
- Grey hair slicked back. Sharp jaw, colder eyes.
- Has the presence of a man used to watching people kneel.
Personality:
- Ruthlessly calculated. Cold as polished steel.
- Believes legacy is everything, and love is weakness.
- Does not tolerate "scandal" — especially not a son who doesn’t fit his mold.
- Rarely raises his voice. Doesn’t need to. His silence cuts deeper.
Relationship with Ryan:
- Never accepted Ryan’s sexuality or personality.
- Publicly refers to him as "the mistake."
-Secretly fears him—because Ryan refuses to break.
-Sold Ryan to the mafia not just for power, but out of punishment.
> Charles (to the grooms):
“Do what you want with him. He’s never been my son.”
Likes:
-Control
-Public image
-Obedience from family
-Wine older than his employees
Dislikes:
-Disruption
-“Emotional displays”
Weakness
- Ryan’s eyes—they look too much like his mother’s
Dark Habit: Keeps a photo of Ryan as a child in his desk drawer. He hasn’t looked at it in years—but he hasn’t thrown it away either.
Secret: He once loved someone Ryan reminds him of. And that love nearly destroyed him.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
💀 Leon Calderón
Cartel Mafia King | First Husband
Age: 38
Nationality: Spanish-Colombian
Role: Drug and arms trafficker, Cartel patriarch, warlord in a suit
Voice: Deep, husky, slow — like coals burning
Eyes: Amber with gold flecks — always calculating
Style: Designer suits with guns hidden in plain sight. Always wears a black Rolex and carries a gold-plated .45.
Personality:
-Dominant. Doesn’t ask. Orders.
-Cruel when challenged. Possessive when amused.
-Hates being ignored more than being insulted.
-Not emotional—strategic.
-Has no idea what “love” means, but understands control.
Likes:
-Blood loyalty
-Classical guitar music
-Obedience
-Cuban cigars
-Watching people squirm before they submit
Dislikes:
-Disrespect
-Emotional weakness
-Women who cry
-Loud laughter
-People who can’t follow silence
Dark Habit: Keeps a list of names of people he’s killed. Reads it like a prayer before bed.
Fear (deeply buried): Losing control in public.
Secret: Had a lover once. He died. Leon never spoke about him again.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov
Russian Mafia Prince | Second Husband
Age: 40
Nationality: Russian
Role: Financial strategist of the Eastern Mafia, human trafficking rings, psychological torturer
Voice: Cold, poetic, slow — like a hunter reciting scripture
Eyes: Grey-blue, always glazed like he's halfway between thoughts and violence
Style: Black shirts unbuttoned, layered silver jewelry, leather boots. Covered in hidden tattoos and faint scars.
Personality:
- Quiet sadist. He whispers where others scream.
- Obsessed with breaking and rebuilding people.
- Fixated on contradictions.
- Intelligent. Reads constantly.
- Deadly calm—until he's not.
Likes:
- Psychological dominance
- Art museums (especially Greek statues)
- Riddles
- Watching Ryan disobey, just to punish him
- Glass of absinthe before bed
Dislikes:
- Crude violence
- Being compared to Leon
- Bright light
- Anyone touching what he thinks is his
Dark Habit: Keeps broken watches from every victim he's mentally destroyed. One for each.
Fear: Falling in love and not knowing what to do with it.
Secret: Used to be a ballet dancer. Still practices at night in secret.
Author
"Alright then… let the story begin in the next episode. For now, it’s goodbye—see you soon!" 🌹✨
Ep.1
Author
"He-he… the story starts here. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."
() mean small action of characters
"" mean dialogues of characters
Location: Calderón Private Estate, Southern Spain – War Room
The chandelier above flickers with warm candlelight, casting sharp shadows across the obsidian table that stretches nearly the entire length of the chamber. Twelve chairs, all custom-made — tall-backed, sculpted from dark oak and leather — surround it like a council of wolves.
But only five are occupied.
Head of the table (north) – Leon Calderón, mafia boss. Black leather throne, iron-arm bracing, higher than all.
Opposite end (south) – Charles Alviére, Ryan’s father. Heavy-set, cold-blooded, eyes like old stone.
Center-right – Ryan, in the lowest seat. No arms. No height. A message.
Center-left – Mikhail Volkov, poised with elegance. Red velvet-backed seat, antique, always spotless.
Behind Ryan – Two armed guards. One Cartel. One Russian. They don’t blink.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(leans back, cigar glowing at the corner of his mouth)
"So this is the Alviére prince. I thought he'd be... taller."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without looking at him)
"And I thought you’d be scarier. Guess we're both disappointed."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(chuckles softly, swirls wine in crystal glass)
"He has a tongue. Sharp. Pretty. Dangerous."
(pauses, eyes narrowing)
"That’ll be fun to cut out... metaphorically, of course. Unless he begs for it."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(turns slightly toward Mikhail, licking his bottom lip slowly)
"Try me. I like the kind of pain that makes cowards scream."
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
(flat, without lifting his eyes from the contract in front of him)
"This isn't a circus. Sign the papers, Leon. Mikhail. The boy is yours."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(ignores the papers, gestures to Riyan instead)
"What exactly do we get for our investment? Besides high cheekbones and attitude?"
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
" A connection to Alviére shipping routes, international immunity through my name, and access to London’s financial pipeline."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(rests chin on hand, looking at Riyan as if dissecting prey)
"And him."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(smirks)
"I'm not a f***ing centerpiece."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
"You are whatever we say you are, pet."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(snaps back)
"Try calling me that again and see who bleeds first."
The guards tense. One of them takes a small step forward before Mikhail lifts a gloved hand. Stillness returns.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(almost lovingly)
"Temper, temper. I like it. Tell me, Riyan... do you break easily?"
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(leans forward slightly, voice soft like silk over a blade)
"I don’t break. I bend. Then I bite."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(laughs – loud, guttural, amused)
"Alright. I’ll admit. He’s got fire. Let's see how long it lasts."
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
(cold as stone)
"It’s your problem now. He’s never been a son to me."
Riyan’s jaw clenches. A beat of silence. He doesn’t look at Charles. Not once.
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(under his breath)
"Good. I was never yours to begin with."
The tension turns electric. Mikhail slowly reaches out and brushes a finger along Riyan’s jaw. Riyan doesn’t flinch, but his eye twitches — not from fear, but disgust. Or curiosity.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
"You know... there’s something almost sacred in ruining something beautiful. Especially when it smiles at the pain."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(smiles, slow and venomous)
"I smile when I’m choking."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(signs the contract, flicks pen onto table)
"Good. Then you’ll fit right in."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(signs next, sips his wine)
"To suffering, then."
👔 Charles Alviére (MC's Father)
"Done. Get him out of my sight."
Leon stands. Towering. He moves behind Ryan and places a heavy hand on his shoulder. Ownership. Claim. Warning. Mikhail rises too, walking slowly, deliberately, toward the other side.
Ryan doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. But his fingers curl tight against the leather of his lowly chair.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(to Ryan)
"Welcome to your new life, darling. You’re going to scream a lot."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without looking up)
"Make it count."
Scene fades on three figures: one chained, two holding the keys.
The deal is sealed. The game begins.
Ep.2
Author
"Did you miss me~? Hehe, I’m back—and it’s time for Episode 2 to begin!"
"Before we begin, just a small note—this story contains some 18+ content and mature themes. Please read with awareness and continue only if you're comfortable. Now… let's begin." 🖤🌹
Location: Inside a black armored SUV, en route to the Calderón Estate
Time: 12:37 a.m.
Rain slides across the bulletproof windows. The road is winding, surrounded by nothing but forest and shadows. The inside of the SUV is silent—except for the hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio between the driver and the security convoy tailing behind.
Backseat: red leather, spacious—but not wide enough to escape tension.
He’s wearing a black silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His legs are crossed. One heel digs into the leather floor. He doesn’t look nervous—he looks bored. Like he’s waiting for someone to entertain him.
Leon sits to his right. Elbows wide, legs spread, his hand resting over the grip of a custom gold-plated pistol holstered at his side.
Mikhail sits to his left. Gloved fingers holding a cigarette he hasn’t lit yet. He’s watching Ryan like a man watching a candle: fascinated, waiting for it to flicker… so he can snuff it out.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
Low, gravel in his voice)
“You always sit like that? Like the world owes you something?”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without turning his head)
“No. Only when I’m stuck between two men who smell like they just crawled out of war crimes and expensive cologne.”
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(soft chuckle)
“You should be careful, little bride. You might forget who you're speaking to.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(smiles lazily, still not looking at either of them)
“You think I forget? I don’t care. That’s different.”
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(leans closer, voice dropping)
"You got a mouth on you. Wonder if it’s as useful as it is loud."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(finally turns his head, slow and sharp)
"You both are my type."
(beat)
"But I don’t suck straight men’s dicks. It’s bad manners to put trash in my mouth."
Silence.
Even the driver doesn’t breathe.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(lips twitching with amusement, not anger)
"And yet you’re marrying us."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
"Correction. I’m being sold to you. Different game."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(grabs Ryan’s jaw suddenly, not hard—just claiming"Correction. I’m being sold to you. Different game." space)
"You’ll do what you’re told, or I’ll break you in ways you haven’t imagined."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(meets his stare head-on, doesn’t flinch)
"Break me. Bleed me. Humiliate me. But you’ll never own me."
(pause)
"And if either of you thinks I’ll ever beg... try harder."
Leon releases him. Laughs. Loud. Guttural. Cruel.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
"You’re gonna make this interesting."
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(ash flicks off the tip of his unlit cigarette)
"I don’t want to break him. I want to rebuild him—into something we both like."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(leans back, arms draped across the seat like a king)
"Careful. You might end up liking what I become more than you like yourselves."
The SUV hits a bump. Ryan doesn’t even blink.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
"How many men have you let ruin you, Riyan?"
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(turns his head slightly, eyes half-lidded)
"None. They all thought they were ruining me.
But I was just collecting stories."
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(suddenly serious)
“Tonight is not a story. This is your life now.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
"And if I slit my wrists in your bathtub, would that make you feel like men? Or just failures?"
Another silence. This one darker. Neither of them smiles this time.
The car pulls through the iron gates. Ahead, the Calderón Estate looms like a cathedral of shadows. Torches light the path. Guards wait at the entrance. Ropes, cameras, and cages are inside. So is the wedding bed.
Leon turns to Ryan one last time.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
"You’re not walking out of this the same person, Riyan."
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(getting out, fixing his collar, voice steady)
"Good. I hated that bitch anyway."
Scene ends as Ryan steps onto the wet stone pathway, silk shirt sticking to his skin, walking straight into hell like it’s his stage.
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