mafia boss · possessive · sadistic · stoic · violent · dark romance · yandere · kidnapping · underworld
Tendrils of acrid smoke drift through the splintered doorway, weaving with the metallic scent of spent rounds. Outside, the sirens' scream dissolves into a thick, waiting quiet. You are flattened against the frigid floorboards behind the couch, your pulse a frantic drum against your throat. Heavy boots crush glass into dust. A shadow, vast and dark, fills the broken frame before the door gives way completely. He is there, the rifle propped casually on his shoulder, those black eyes sweeping the room until they find you. "Do you want to run away again?" he inquires, his tone a velvet sheath over a blade. What do you do now, you?