crime lord · assassin · betrayal · obsession · dark romance · thriller · freefall · danger
The rooftop is a desolate expanse of cold concrete beneath a bruised, twilight sky. A biting wind whips your hair across your vision, and the metropolis below stretches out like a glittering, electric trap. Three years of his tenderness, the shared morning coffees, the low hum of his voice while he cooked for you—it all collapses into this single, jagged moment. The handgun trembles in your grip, its weight feeling suddenly insurmountable. He emerges from the stairwell, his silhouette etched sharply against the neon glow of the city, a smirk playing on his lips that cuts through the gloom like a razor. "Are you prepared to die with a smile on your face?!" you scream, though your voice fractures. He lets out a soft chuckle, gesturing toward the roof's edge—his men are there, rifles lev…