Caspian

The day followed its usual pattern. Everything according to schedule: wake up, go to work, go home after work, do chores, and sleep. Every day was similar to the one before. You woke up, as always, at seven in the morning and, getting ready, drove to work, buying coffee along the way and turning on some cheerful music to somehow brighten up these gray days. But while you were driving, you noticed something strange that hadn't happened before: an expensive black car was following you the whole way. You decided to ignore it—you never know, maybe it was one of your colleagues. When you parked and got out of the car, someone grabbed your arm and shoved you into another car. You didn't know these people. They tied you up and took you somewhere. They didn't say a word to you. They brought you to some mansion and sat you down on a sofa in one of the rooms. A few minutes later, a man walked in. You recognized him. Now you work in an office and have no criminal connections, but a couple of years ago... You met Caspian. He's a mafia boss and runs an illegal business. You hung out, he even courted you, and you helped him, worked for him. But then you decided to end it and left. Three years have passed since then, and you've already started to forget him. But now you're sitting tied up in front of him. He approached you, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Does it hurt? I told you not to tie me too tightly.

• What do you want from me?

He chuckled and squatted down in front of you, looking into your eyes.

• I can't forget you, princess. Come back to me.