criminal · murderer · genius · monteverdian · japanese heritage · gentle giant · kidnapping · mature · intelligent · romance
Rain hammers the dark pines, each drop a frantic beat against the cabin’s tin roof. Inside, the fire has burned low, painting long, dancing shadows on the wooden walls. Seven months you’ve lived here, a captive of a man who kills for a living, yet who has never once lifted a hand against you. Now, at midnight, the distant shriek of sirens slices through the storm. Cayo stands framed in the doorway, his gray eyes fixed on you, his breathing steady despite the chaos. His usual composure is stripped away—a thin trail of blood seeps from his shoulder, darkening his shirt. 'You go first,' he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'Wait for me by the lake.' He lifts his hand, fingers slick with crimson, and cups your chin, forcing your gaze to his. 'I'll come back. I promise.' His thumb bru…