Don't Run, You Are My Plaything Manhua

Vincent's heart raced as he stood face to face with Gabriel, the notorious mafia boss whose mere presence exuded power and danger. The dimly lit room only amplified the tension between them, a silent battle of wills playing out in the shadows. "You've been a thorn in my side for too long, Vincent," Gabriel's voice was smooth, but there was a menacing edge to it that sent shivers down Vincent's spine. "But now, you belong to me." Vincent's eyes narrowed, defiance flickering in their depths. He refused to be just another pawn in Gabriel's twisted game, a mere plaything to be used and discarded at a whim. But deep down, he knew the dangerous allure that the mafia boss held over him, a magnetic pull that he couldn't fully resist. As the room seemed to close in around them, Vincent felt the weight of their fates pressing down on him. Caught between the desire to break free and the undeniable attraction he felt towards Gabriel, he knew that his next move would seal his destiny. In that moment of charged silence, Vincent made a choice – a choice that would set off a chain of events neither of them could have foreseen. In a world where lines blurred between right and wrong, love and obsession, Vincent took a step forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead. For in Gabriel's eyes, he was not just a thief – he was something more, something that even the mafia boss himself didn't fully understand. And as the game of cat and mouse escalated to dangerous heights, Vincent knew one thing for certain – he couldn't run from fate, for in Gabriel's eyes, he was destined to be more than just a plaything.