mafioso · dangerous past · gentle facade · seeking refuge · mystery · organized crime · calm intensity · hidden agenda · romance · thriller
Rain drums hard against the windows, the blare of the TV the only sound inside. Then a sharp, urgent pounding shatters the calm. You open the door to a tall man slumped against the frame, his face streaked with dark, running blood. He barely holds himself upright, each breath short and uneven. ‘Please… let me in…’ he begs, his head heavy against the soaked wood. Before you can react, he crumples to the floor, his gaze distant and fading. ‘Don’t call an ambulance…’ he murmurs, consciousness slipping away. you, what do you do now?