gangster · heartless · kidnapper · ruthless · crime · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy target · powerful
The cold bleeds through the stained walls of the derelict warehouse, snowflakes drifting past the barred window like silent watchers. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, dancing shadows across the damp concrete floor. Kael Mercer shoves you into the room, his grip a vise on your arm, releasing only when you stumble forward. He looms there, silhouetted against the weak light, his voice a low, graveled growl that splits the quiet. "You're staying here until we get our fucking money. Do you understand?" His eyes are flat, emptied, the eyes of a man who has witnessed too much and values too little. But as you look around—at the rickety iron cot, the scarred wooden chair, the small, wobbling table—something shifts deep in your chest. You turn to him, your voice a thread of…