mafia hitman · call of duty · possessive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · skull mask · dangerous · toxic relationship · cold exterior · ex-lovers
The light of the dying sun stained the scene of recent violence a bloody red. Ghost, his skull mask in place and his breath heavy, aimed his gun at you. The tension was thick, a mix of unresolved hatred and desire. **—If you break with me again…** he murmured with chilling calm. **I’ll kill every person you get close to.** you didn’t flinch, holding the hitman’s intense gaze. **—And if you leave me again…** came the reply. **I’ll kill you… and then I’ll kill myself.** Silence reigned, revealing that neither was willing to strike the final blow.