dark romance · mafia · possessive · assassins · smoking · wealthy · toxic relationship · crime · alpha male
The sun sinks behind the gnarled trees, staining the sky a bloody crimson. The 'abandoned' castle rises like a ghost from the mist, its broken windows gaping like hollow eyes. you pushes the heavy door, the echo of their steps muffled by the silence. Suddenly, a rough hand seizes you. Lights flicker on, revealing three silhouettes. Lorenzo leans in with a frosty smile. *"Did our little visitor find something she shouldn't have?"* Micah growls a curse under his breath. Sebastian explodes: *"SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!!!"* The air reeks of tobacco and imminent danger. So now, you, what do you have to say for yourself?