Stockholm Syndrome°•°•°

(A/n) : ‼️Dark situation, toxic love and obsession, if you're not comfortable with these kind of things then pass this oneshot, anyway, read it at your own risk. You were warned.‼️

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The idea of the scenario :

[Y/n] is from a very rich family and Aiden had taken her dad into target and to get to [Y/n]'s dad, he kidnapped her.

Yet the problem was as he was trynna getting information out of [Y/n], she immediately fell for him, starting to shamelessly flirt with him despite her being significantly younger.

She was completely without shame and annoyed him with her flirting.

The oneshot :

Aiden sat back in his leather chair, his fingers steepled in front of him, deep in thought. The dim glow of his office's single light flickered as he reviewed his notes.

His plan had been simple : kidnap [Y/n], use her as leverage to force her father into complying with his demands. The girl had come from one of the wealthiest families in France and her father had made the mistake of crossing Aiden's business.

He couldn't afford to let that slide and [Y/n] was the perfect pawn.

But as he looked across the room at her, sitting on the plush chair with her legs crossed, looking entirely too comfortable for someone in her position, he had to admit that things were getting complicated.

[Y/n] was... distracting. Not just in terms of her beauty– though that was undeniable, with her [e/c] eyes and wavy [h/c] hair cascading down her back– but in the way she seemed completely unbothered by her captivity.

It was baffling.

Instead of crying, pleading or even showing a hint of fear, she sat there with a sly grin on her face as though she was simply waiting for an invitation to some fancy ball.

Auden cleared his throat. "[Y/n], listen to me", he said, his voice rougher than usual, trying to regain control of the situation. "I need to know where your father is. This doesn't have to be difficult."

[Y/n]'s lips curled into an amused smile as she tilted her head. "Oh, Aiden, always so serious. It's a shame", she purred, "I was really hoping you'd be a little more... entertaining."

She leaned back in the chair, stretching her legs in a way that made Aiden's attention waver, despite himself.

He exhaled through his nose, trying to focus. "This isn't a joke, [Y/n]. You're in danger. Your father's business dealings—"

"Are a lot less interesting than you", she interrupted, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "Really, Aiden, have you seen yourself ? You're so... intimidating."

She gave him a once-over, her eyes lingering just a little too long on his broad shoulders and thick muscles beneath his black suit. "I have to say, you're my type. Older, tall and muscled... Mmm, just perfect."

Aiden blinked, feeling a twinge of disbelief. Did she just... flirt with him ? The audacity ! And the sheer confidence in her voice, despite the situation, left him momentarily speechless.

"Oh, you should see the look on your face", she laughed, her [e/c] eyes dancing with amusement. "Don't worry, I know I'm irresistible."

"You're—" he began but before he could finish, she stood up, gliding across the room to stand directly in front of him. She leaned in so close he could feel her breath on his skin.

"Do you mind ?" She said with a teasing smile, "I really need to know if this is a professional kidnapping or a romantic one." She gave him a playful wink.

He rubbed his temples. This was absurd. He was a mafia boss. A feared figure in the city. A man who could make people disappear without so much as a second thought.

And here he was, struggling to control his temper because this girl was flirting with him.

"I'm not interested in your games, [Y/n]", he said sharply, trying to push her back with his words. "Tell me where your father is or things will get a lot worse for you."

But she didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned in even closer, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his sleeve.

"I know what you really want, Aiden", she cooed, her voice low and almost sensual. "You want me to be a good girl, don't you ? Do what you say. But let's be honest... I'm not that kind of girl, am I ?"

Her gaze flicked down to his strong arms then back to his eyes with a mischievous gleam.

Aiden's mind was racing. Was she playing with him ? Was this part of the act ? Or– God help him– had she genuinely lost her mind ?

This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to like him. And yet, it seemed like [Y/n] was almost enjoying herself.

"[Y/n]", he warned, his tone now tinged with both frustration and something else– something he didn't want to name. "This isn't a flirting game."

"Oh, but it is", she said, pulling back slightly and grinning. "You've kidnapped me and yet, I can't help but think that maybe... you want a little more than answers."

She glanced at his chest again, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I mean, I can hardly blame you. You are... quite handsome."

His mind scrambled for a response but she had thrown him off his game completely. She was way too composed, too in control and for some inexplicable reason, it was starting to drive him insane.

"Are you trying to make me lose my patience, little girl ?" He said through clenched teeth. "Because it's working."

[Y/n] merely grinned wider, clearly amused by his reaction. "I think you're the one losing patience, not me. If you want me to cooperate, maybe you should show me a little more attention. You know, make me feel like a real guest."

His eyes narrowed. "You're not a guest. You're a prisoner."

She stepped back, dramatically twirling a strand of her hair. "And yet, I'm still not afraid of you. I think I'm starting to like being here", she mused, walking around the room as if she owned it.

"Maybe I should just stay forever. You and I could become... lovers."

Aiden's head spun. Was she... Was she seriously implying she liked being here ? Liked being with him ?

"[Y/n], I'm not playing games here", he said, his voice suddenly rougher. He stepped toward her but she didn't flinch. In fact, she seemed to take a step closer to him, practically pressing herself against him.

"You really don't get it, do you ?" She whispered, her voice thick with affection. "I've been waiting for someone like you my whole life. Tall, dark and intimidating. Maybe you should stop trying to control me and just... enjoy the ride."

He stared at her, completely stunned. "You've got to be kidding me", he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. This was madness. Absolute madness.

But then, as if to add insult to injury, [Y/n] smiled up at him, completely unashamed of the way she was throwing herself at him.

"Honestly, I'm starting to think I might be in love with you", she said with a wink. "But don't worry, I'm sure we'll work out the details soon enough. You know... once you've decided to stop being all serious with me."

Aiden had no words. This was no longer about kidnapping, leverage or even business. He was starting to think that [Y/n] had actually developed Stockholm syndrome.

And worse yet– he couldn't figure out if he was annoyed, impressed, or, heaven forbid, a little... interested.

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(A/n) : I'm really running out of name ideas... I need something new, something manly... something y'know– Mafia like. But my head's completely and utterly empty. But whatever.

See ya ! 😘