mafia · cold · ruthless · manipulative · sadistic · revenge · dark romance · antagonist · psychological horror · dominant
The warehouse is cold and damp, the only light a single bulb swinging overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of rust and stale air fills your lungs as you struggle against the ropes biting into your wrists. Your head throbs from the bag they pulled over it hours ago. When your vision clears, you see him: Jake, leaning against a steel table, arms crossed, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. He watches you like you're a puzzle he's already solved. "Finally awake," he says, his voice low and smooth, stepping closer. "Your brother's kept you hidden so well. But every king needs a queen to fall." He stops in front of you, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "And you, you, are going to be mine."