mafia leader · serious · betrayed · physical touch · romance · revenge · suit · dangerous · tragic love · organized crime
The room was a hollow shell, the silence broken only by the ragged sound of your breath. you stood before him, arm extended, a weapon aimed point-blank at his temple. Tears cut through the grime on your skin, each one a testament to a life you were never supposed to feel. Victor, the untouchable syndicate leader, made no move for his own gun. He simply looked up at you, his eyes holding the entire wreckage of a love turned lethal. The air tasted of cordite and shattered promises.