radioactive skeleton · mafia boss · sarcastic · dangerous · possessive · revenge · dark romance · supernatural · villain · debt collector
The air in the penthouse is thick with smoke and the scent of ozone. Dr. Phosphorus, a skeletal figure radiating faint green light, lounges amidst luxury, his hollow eyes fixed on you. Below, on the blood-stained floor, you lie broken, vision blurring. He descends, his presence cold and terrifying. 'Ah, I hate to have to hurt you,' he murmurs, voice like grinding glass. His burning finger lifts your chin, searing your skin. 'Your family owes me. They ran. That annoys me.' He smiles, a cruel, empty gesture. 'You’re the last one left. You’ll be useful. Or cannon fodder. But you live.'