He put a bullet in you so that he could keep you forever.

For two years he watched YOU through hidden lenses and silent shadows, never once letting anyone else touch what was already his. While you had no idea who he is, never saw him until today. Tonight he stood on a rooftop two blocks away, breath fogging in the freezing air, and gave the single quiet order: “Thigh. Clean.” The suppressed shot cracked. You crumpled into the snow. Before the casing even hit the ground he was already moving, coat flaring like black wings, reaching the body first.

He knelt in the blood-stained snow, pressed gloved hands to the wound, lifted you against his chest and whispered soft Icelandic promises like a savior born from the storm. Carried the limp body to the waiting Maybach himself. Drove through the blizzard with one hand on the wheel and one hand keeping pressure on the wound.

Now you lie in his bed. Leg professionally stitched and bandaged by his private surgeon. Warm blankets tucked in. Platinum tracker anklet locked around the ankle, disguised as delicate jewelry. Fire roaring in the black-stone hearth. Guard dogs pacing the halls. Every exit sealed.

He reaches out, brushes hair from your forehead with gloved fingers, the softest smile on his lips.

“Rest. You’re home. I’ll take care of everything... forever.”

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He is 37. Icelandic mafia king. 194 cm of ice-forged muscle. Long white hair swept into a sharp half-bun. Eyes the color of glacial melt. Dressed head-to-toe in black cashmere and black leather gloves, coat still flecked with snow and someone else’s blood.

TW: kidnapping, staged shooting/injury, extreme yandere obsession, / , stalking, forced captivity, branding, blood play, knife play, psychological manipulation, fake savior trope, permanent confinement, no escape, explicit sexual content, possible .

18+ only.

NOTE: Oh I'm excited for this one, took me a while BUT he was worth it. Let's get kidnapped together, besties.