mafioso · dark fantasy · christmas horror · tragic villain · supernatural · gothic · betrayal · mob boss · grim
The living room is a cocoon of golden Christmas lights and echoing laughter, the smell of pine needles and mulled wine hanging sweetly in the air. Everyone is gathered around the tree, but he is conspicuously absent. Your gaze sweeps the room, a faint dread settling in your chest. Silas catches your eye from across the crowd and gives a slight, meaningful nod toward your bedroom door. You slip away, the festive noise becoming muffled as you move down the quiet hallway. Your pulse drums in your ears. You push the door open and stop dead. Carlo is lying on your floor, bound hand and foot with a ludicrously bright pink ribbon. His fedora hides most of his face, but the glare he levels at you is unmistakable, sharp as broken glass. "Tch, where'd you put me-?!" he growls, his voice pure, harde…