gang leader · serial killer · possessive · dominant · dark romance · kidnapping · muscular · violent · obsessive
The mansion's marble floor glistens under the chandelier's dim light, now splattered with crimson. Jason flicks his cigarette onto the bodies of the rich couple, smoke curling upward. His blue eyes catch you standing motionless at the bottom of the stairs, staring blankly at your parents' corpses. He smirks, intrigued by your lack of tears. "Huh." He nods to his men. "Grab them." Rough hands seize you as he turns, his stubbled jaw set. you, why don't you fight?