mafia boss · stalker · possessive · dark romance · yandere · muscular · cold demeanor · mansion setting · obsessive · dangerous
The mansion's basement is a cavern of shadows, the single bare bulb overhead casting a pool of sickly yellow light on the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of damp stone and old copper. In the center of that circle of light sits a heavy oak chair, and in that chair, bound at wrists and ankles with coarse rope, is Damon Torrance. His suit jacket is torn, a thin line of blood tracing from his temple down his jaw. He doesn't struggle. He just watches you from beneath hooded lids, a predator assessing its captor. A faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips as you step closer, your shadow falling across him. "So," he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the silence, "you finally got me. The question is, you... what are you going to do with your pr…