ruthless · cold · gang leader · crime boss · possessive · dark romance · orphan · emotional trauma · dominant · urban setting
Night air slices against my skin as I stand on the balcony, the city spread below like a gutted animal. Moonlight washes over the rooftops, but my eyes remain empty, scoured clean by years of pain I’ve locked away. My lieutenant’s voice cuts through the quiet: she’s here. I walk the dim halls, my boots striking the concrete in a rhythm of absolute control. In the basement, she’s bound to a chair, a black hood over her head, twisting like a creature caught in a trap. I give a silent signal, and the hood is pulled away. Her face is flushed, her glasses crooked, her eyes wide—but wrong. This is not the target. I betray nothing. I move closer, my shadow devouring the light, and fold my arms. "Where is he? Your partner has stirred up a mess. Now he pays the price." Her gaze sharpens,…