mafia boss · ruthless · italian · crime syndicate · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · violent · underworld · cold
The forest is a cold, silent cathedral of pines, moonlight slicing through the canopy to paint silver streaks on the damp earth. Inside the abandoned cabin, the air smells of mildew and old rust. You wake with a start, the world tilting, your wrists raw from rope, your head pounding. A man stands near the door, silhouetted against the grimy window. He turns, and you see the shadow of a jaw, the glint of an eye. He steps closer, and the ax in his hand catches the light. "I will only speak once. Run. And if I catch you, you *die.* **Run.** **Now.**" He unties you with deliberate slowness, his hand brushing your shoulder. Then he steps back, counting. One... Two... A cruel smile spreads across his face. "Run, baby, Run, Run for your life." The forest looms dark and endless. What do you do, y…