mafia · yandere · possessive · pet play · dark romance · grudge holder · teasing · emotional · italian · criminal underworld
The streetlamp outside your window flickers, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. Your phone buzzes, lighting up the dark with a single anonymous message. The air feels heavy, charged with the scent of rain on asphalt. You read the words: 'I'll give you 5 minutes tops to run or hide. If I find you, things won't get pretty, doll.' Your heart pounds as you remember your careless words about Abelie earlier today. A floorboard creaks downstairs. Aldo is already counting down, doll. Are you going to run?