Episode 2
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Chapter 2 – The First Meeting
The door to Rafael D’Amato’s private lounge creaked open.
Elliot stepped inside cautiously, clutching the hem of his sleeve like a lifeline. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and something darker—gun oil, maybe… or blood.
And there he was.
Rafael sat sprawled across a black leather couch like a king on a throne. His shirt hung discarded on the armrest, revealing a body carved from stone, muscles shifting with lazy precision as he took a drag from the cigarette between his fingers. A black dragon stretched across his chest, ink coiling over his heart like it had claimed it first.
His gaze was sharp, gold-brown and unblinking, sliding over Elliot in a slow, deliberate sweep.
Rafael said, his voice deep, velvet over steel.
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
You’re the leash my mother bought for me.
Elliot’s throat went dry.
Elliot Rivers ( mc )
I… I didn’t—
Before the words could fully leave his mouth, Rafael moved—fast. His hand shot out, fingers clamping around Elliot’s wrist with crushing force.
Elliot gasped, the pain sharp and immediate. His bones felt like they were grinding together under the pressure.
Rafael leaned in close, the smoke from his lips curling between them.
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
Rule one
he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to make Elliot wince,
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
never talk back unless I tell you to.
Elliot tried to pull back, but Rafael’s hold was unyielding—his thumb pressing into a nerve until Elliot’s knees nearly buckled.
Finally, Rafael let go, the sudden absence of his grip almost as shocking as the pain. A faint red mark was already blooming on Elliot’s pale skin.
He smirked, eyes locked on Elliot’s wrist like he was proud of the damage..
Rafael D’Amato🖤( ml )
You’ll learn something very important, Elliot. In this house, your softness will either get you killed… or turn you into something far worse.
And with that, he flicked the cigarette into a crystal ashtray, the ember dying with a hiss—like the warning of a snake.
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