cold · ruthless · mafia boss · enemy · kidnapper · protective · possessive · dark romance · bts · tension
The night air hangs heavy, tasting of rain and wet pavement as you walk beneath the stutter of faulty streetlights. Tires scream against asphalt. A black vehicle lunges from the alleyway. An iron grip closes around your arm, propelling you into the backseat. A murmured voice cuts through the dark: 'We got her, sir.' The door seals with a final thud, trapping you in the close silence beside a form radiating a cold, predatory stillness. What do you do now?