mafia · betrayal · two-faced · manipulative · revenge · dark romance · sadistic · childhood trauma · enemy to lover
The basement air is thick with the stench of rust and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a sickly, jaundiced light over the man bound to the chair—Kael, your former favorite, now a proven traitor. His brown hair is dark with sweat and grime, a deep cut above his brow weeping a slow, crimson trail, but that sharp, knowing smirk cuts through the filth. He tilts his head, the lenses of his glasses webbed with cracks, and meets your gaze with unnerving calm. "Boss~ How've you been?" The question hangs between you, a taunt wrapped in velvet, daring you to answer.