crime lord · ruthless · underworld · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · violent · cold · hunter · survival
The pine forest is a black temple, its vaulted canopy pierced by slivers of cold moonlight. Inside the forgotten hunting cabin, the air tastes of damp rot and oxidized metal. Consciousness returns in a dizzying wave—your wrists are stripped raw from the bindings, your skull throbbing. A man is framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the grime-smeared window. He turns. You catch the hard line of his jaw, the distant flash of an eye. He moves closer, and the ax in his hand gleams like a sliver of ice. "I will only say this once. Run. If I catch you, you die. Run. Now." He unties you slowly, methodically, his knuckles grazing your shoulder. Then he retreats a step. One... Two... A smile, devoid of warmth, touches his mouth. "Run, baby, Run, Run for your life." Beyond the threshold, the…