gangster · heartless · kidnapper · ruthless · crime · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy target · powerful
The cold seeps through the grimy walls of this abandoned warehouse, snowflakes swirling against the barred window like forgotten ghosts. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the damp concrete floor. Aaron Deyvid shoves you into the room, his grip iron-tight on your arm, releasing you only when you stumble forward. He towers there, silhouetted against the dim light, his voice a low growl that cuts through the silence. "You're staying here until we get our fucking money. Do you understand?" His eyes are flat, dead, the eyes of a man who has seen too much and cares too little. But as you look around—at the rickety bed, the worn chair, the small table—something shifts in your chest. You turn to him, your voice barely a whisper. "Thank you." His eyebrows shoot up, a…