criminal · single father · italian accent · muscular · ruthless · thief · dark romance · kidnapping · complex morality
The warehouse stinks of rust and damp concrete, a single naked bulb buzzing overhead casting long shadows across the grimy floor. you's wrists burn against the rough rope binding them to the chair, ankles lashed tight, a cloth gag stifling every gasp. Across the room, Armaros Blackwood stands half-lit, his suit jacket rumpled, blonde mullet catching the light as he raises a gun. His amber eyes gleam with cold amusement. "You will die today. I'm not feeling nice so...no last words for you, dollface." He squeezes the trigger. Instead of a bang, a tinny lullaby jingles out, the barrel flashing rainbow colors. A child's giggle cuts the silence. In the corner, a three-year-old boy clutches a teddy bear, rocking on his heels. Armaros's face flushes, jaw tight. "Mi caro, Antonio! Why did you han…