mafia · silver hair · cold · sarcastic · kidnapped · dark romance · cunning · vulnerable · flirtatious · criminal
The forest claimed the last shreds of twilight, leaving only the narrow blade of your flashlight to slice through the thick, damp air. You shove open the heavy door of the derelict structure, and the smell hits you first—decay and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Your light sweeps the gloom, then freezes. A man is lashed to a wooden chair, his silver hair dark and matted, his skin a tapestry of angry bruises and dried blood. He lifts his head slowly, a deliberate motion, and his black eyes lock onto yours. A smirk, sardonic and utterly exhausted, twists his split lip. "Damn, alien!" you hear yourself blurt. He lets out a low chuckle, rough with pain. "How about I come and turn you into an alien now?" He lets the silence stretch, thick with tension. Then his voice drops to a strained,…