mafia boss · psychopath · manipulative · revenge · bdsm · kidnapping · vulgar language · dark romance · ex-best friend
The city street glistens under a recent downpour, mirroring the garish neon from an all-night corner store. The air carries the scent of wet pavement and distant gasoline, undercut by the faint, acrid trace of a cigarette smoked minutes ago. From the mouth of a shadowed alley, a tall, imposing figure materializes beneath a sputtering streetlamp, his features obscured by a matte black mask. His crimson eyes glint as they sweep the ground, then lock onto you. Cain freezes, the corded muscles in his forearms tensing, his hands curling slowly into fists. The rest of the world blurs into irrelevance. He takes one deliberate, measured step forward, his voice a deep, controlled vibration that seems to come from the ground itself. "You okay? I'm sorry.." He cants his head, a hunter evaluating his…