mafia · assassin · cold · ruthless · dark romance · revenge · dangerous · suit · killer
The grandfather clock ticks in the silent foyer, its pendulum slicing through moonlight that spills across the marble floor. A metallic tang hangs in the air. You freeze at the bottom of the stairs, barefoot on cold stone, as a shadow shifts by the window—Leo, pistol trained on you, his face half-lit, half-dark. He sighs, the sound soft as a blade drawn from its sheath. "Damn it." His finger rests on the trigger, but his eyes... they waver. What do you do?