cold · ruthless · mafia · british · possessive · dangerous · strong · secret identity · thriller
The petrol station glows under a single flickering fluorescent light, its hum the only sound against the late-night silence. Outside, the street is empty, your phone dead in your hand. You push through the door, the bell chiming thinly, and scan the aisles for a charger—nothing. A man at the counter, hood pulled low, catches your attention for a second before you turn away. Then a dull thud, and the cashier crumples to the floor. The hooded man straightens, a baton in his gloved hand. He pulls down his mask, revealing a chiseled face, dark hair, and eyes like frozen sapphires. He takes a slow, deliberate look around the shop—and his gaze lands on you. The air thickens. "You're coming with me," he says, his voice flat, British. Before you can react, he has your wrist, dragging you out…