💀 Main Characters:

Elena Voss (26)

Sharp-tongued, fearless journalist with a hidden vulnerable side.

Believes in justice but haunted by her brother’s death, which she suspects was tied to the Mafia.

Smart enough to fight, stubborn enough to get hurt.

Damien Rossi (32)

The cold, calculating heir to the Rossi Mafia empire.

Known as “The Devil of Naples.”

Keeps everyone at arm’s length — until Elena tests his control.

His weakness: he doesn’t kill innocents… but he can’t let her go.

Luca Marino (30)

Damien’s right-hand man and secret rival.

Ambitious, dangerous, and obsessed with Elena for his own twisted reasons.

Let's start.

The rain hadn’t stopped for hours.

Elena Voss sat in her small apartment, the glow of her laptop screen reflecting in her determined eyes. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, finishing the last sentence of her exposé — “The Rossi Empire bleeds the city in silence.”

She leaned back, exhaling sharply. Months of research. Sleepless nights. Lies, bribes, danger. All of it for this moment.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

She frowned and answered.

“Hello?”

A deep male voice, smooth but chilling, spoke on the other end.

> “You should’ve kept your pretty nose out of my business, Miss Voss.”

The line went dead.

A shiver ran down her spine. Before she could react, there was a knock at the door. Three slow, deliberate knocks.

Her breath caught.

“Who’s there?” she whispered. No reply.

The second she stepped closer, the door burst open. Three men in black stormed in, their faces hidden, their movements swift.

“Wait— what are you—!”

A gloved hand covered her mouth. Darkness swallowed her.

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When Elena opened her eyes again, the world was different.

The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and smoke. She was seated on a leather chair, wrists tied with something soft — silk.

A low voice came from behind her.

> “You write about devils, Miss Voss. But you’ve never met one.”

She turned.

A man stepped out of the shadows — tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. His dark eyes glimmered like onyx under the warm light, unreadable and dangerous.

“Who are you?” she demanded, forcing her voice steady.

He smirked. “You already know my name.”

Her heart sank. Damien Rossi. The man her article had exposed.

“You think kidnapping me will silence me?” she snapped.

He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled lazily, and walked closer.

> “No. I just want to understand how far a brave little journalist will go before she breaks.”

“Do your worst,” she spat.

He leaned down until his breath brushed her ear.

> “Don’t tempt me, Elena.”

His tone sent a chill down her spine.

He straightened, flicking ash into a crystal tray. “You’ll stay here until I decide what to do with you. And trust me…”

He met her gaze — dark, cold, beautiful.

> “Death would’ve been kinder.”

The door closed behind him, leaving her alone in the silence.

Elena exhaled shakily. Her wrists burned. Her pulse raced. But her mind whispered one thing —

I will not break.

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When Elena woke again, sunlight spilled through tall windows. The room was breathtaking — black silk sheets, marble floors, ocean glittering beyond glass doors.

She wasn’t tied anymore. But the air still felt heavy, like invisible chains.

She stood, walked toward the door — locked.

> “A cage is still a cage,” she murmured.

“Not if you know how to behave in it.”

The voice made her flinch. She turned — Damien stood by the door, wearing a dark suit, a glass of whiskey in hand. He looked infuriatingly calm.

“You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” she hissed.

He tilted his head, amused. “I don’t kill women. Especially the ones who interest me.”

Her jaw clenched. “You’re sick.”

He smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like knowing what makes brave women tremble.”

Elena glared at him, her anger burning hotter than fear. “Why keep me here? To enjoy my fear?”

Damien set the glass down, walking closer. “Because I don’t trust you. And because I like watching what you’ll do next.”

Their eyes met — challenge against control.

When he finally left the room, she searched desperately for a way out. In a drawer, she found a hidden phone. Her fingers trembled as she dialed her editor’s number.

“Please… pick up…” she whispered.

Someone answered — but it wasn’t her editor.

> “Careful, little journalist,” a man’s voice said softly. “You’re in the lion’s den.”

Her stomach twisted. “Who is this?”

> “Luca,” the voice replied. “Damien’s right hand. And maybe… your only chance to survive.”

The call ended before she could respond.

Heart pounding, she turned — and froze.

Damien was standing behind her, silent as a shadow. His gaze was unreadable, but dangerous.

“Looking for an escape route?” he asked calmly.

“I won’t stay here forever,” she snapped.

He stepped forward, catching her wrist — firm but not cruel. The heat of his touch startled her.

> “Next time you try to run,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers,

“I won’t tie you with silk.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Her breath quickened. His voice dropped lower, softer.

> “You should fear me, Elena.”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t fear devils.”

He smiled darkly. “Then you’ve never truly met one.”

He turned and left, the scent of smoke lingering in the air.

Elena pressed her hand to her racing heart, whispering to herself—

> “I will find a way out… even if it kills me.”

But deep down, she already knew — her biggest danger wasn’t Damien Rossi’s prison.

It was him.

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Would you like me to continue Episode 3 next — where Elena tries to escape, Luca traps her, and Damien saves her (showing his first sign of weakness)?

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The moon hung low over the cliffs, painting silver shadows across the Rossi mansion. Elena couldn’t sleep. Every creak in the hallway made her pulse quicken, every footstep reminded her she wasn’t free.

Three days had passed since Damien Rossi took her, and she still didn’t understand why she was alive. He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t questioned her—he simply watched. Like a lion studying its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Elena sat by the window, clutching the curtain edge. She couldn’t live in fear forever. If there was even the smallest chance to escape, she’d take it.

When midnight came, silence wrapped the mansion like a spell. She saw a maid exit the corridor, leaving a door ajar. Her heart pounded. This was it. Barefoot, she slipped through the hallway, every sound magnified—the rustle of fabric, her soft breath, the faint click of the lock.

Freedom was only a few steps away.

“Going somewhere, Miss Voss?”

The voice froze her in place.

Luca leaned against the wall, a cruel smirk curving his lips. His tailored suit, his mocking eyes—he radiated danger, but unlike Damien’s quiet storm, Luca’s darkness was loud, arrogant.

“Move,” she demanded.

He chuckled. “And ruin all the fun? Damien keeps you locked up like a secret, but maybe I’d treat you better.”

“I’d rather take my chances outside,” she snapped.

Luca stepped closer, his voice dropping. “You’re brave. That’s why he likes you.” His fingers brushed a strand of her hair. “That’s why I do too.”

Before she could respond, another voice shattered the tension.

“Luca.”

Damien stood at the corridor’s end, his expression deadly calm. His gaze swept from her to his right-hand man. “Explain yourself.”

Luca’s smirk didn’t falter. “She was trying to leave. I just stopped her.”

Damien’s eyes narrowed, the air growing colder. “Get out.”

When Luca disappeared, Damien turned to her. His jaw clenched, voice low but cutting. “Do you think I wouldn’t find out? The moment you step outside, they’ll kill you. Not me—the others. You don’t understand what kind of world you just walked into.”

“Then tell me!” she shouted. “Tell me what you are, Damien!”

He stepped closer, shadows wrapping around him like armor. “I’m not the villain in your story, Elena. I’m the reason villains sleep at night.”

For a second, the silence between them pulsed with something unspoken—fear, defiance, and the faint spark of something far more dangerous.

As he turned and walked away, Elena pressed her trembling hands to her chest.

He’s a monster, she told herself.

But her heart whispered, Then why did he stop the other one from hurting me?

Stay tune guyss ..........

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