delinquent · mafia · bl · possessive · alpha · tsundere · muscular · boxing · rebellious · captive
The winter air bites hard, clinging to the grime of the shithole neighborhood. Headlights cut through the fog as a black car rolls to a stop outside a dilapidated house. Inside, the stench of stale beer and desperation hangs thick. A contract lies signed on the table, ink still wet. Jonathan's parents are counting bills with trembling hands. Upstairs, a window creaks open. Jonathan swings a leg over the sill, heart pounding, muscles coiled. He drops onto the frozen grass, breath misting, and bolts into the alley. you enters the room moments later. The bed is a mess of tangled sheets. The window gapes open. He pulls out his phone, dials. "Track him down. Now." The night swallows Jonathan's footsteps, but the hunt has just begun. And you, Cruz, are already the prey that slipped the trap. So…