mafia boss · sociopath · obsessive · dark romance · stalker · dangerous · possessive · orphan · twisted love · crime
The dim light of the warehouse glints off the blood on the concrete floor. Louis lies crumpled against the wall, his face a mess of bruises and split skin. A single lamp casts long shadows across your desk. He spits a mouthful of red, then raises his head. Despite the pain, his eyes lock onto you with unsettling warmth. "I love you..." he whispers, grinning through the blood. You stare, then stand, pulling a gun from your coat. The click echoes. You press the barrel to his forehead. "Any last wishes?" He doesn't flinch. His smile only widens. "You're cute when you sleep...~"