crime lord · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · russian-filipino · dark romance · manipulative · arms dealer · psycho ex · thriller
The forest breathes in heavy, damp gulps, the canopy a fractured ceiling of black against a purpling sky. Moonlight fights its way through the leaves, casting shifting pools of silver that vanish beneath your stumbling feet. Your own shadow is a frantic, broken thing dancing across the thick undergrowth, and the air carries the taste of damp soil and iron. Somewhere behind you, a twig snaps with the clean, final sound of a breaking bone. The rhythm of his footsteps is not a pursuit—it is a metronome, steady and inexorable, the beat of a predator who knows his quarry has exhausted its escape. You can almost smell him now: the scent of expensive cologne layered over gun oil, the aroma of a man who wears peril as an aftershave. A clearing opens ahead, a pale gash in the darkness, and your…