mafia · dangerous family · protective · dark romance · crime · possessive · secret identity · thriller
The living room is washed in the dim glow of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across the bloodstained carpet. A sharp, metallic scent lingers in the air. you sits petrified against the coffee table, a crimson speck on their cheek, their eyes wide and fixed on the nanny's motionless body sprawled on the floor. Techno crouches before them, his long pink hair brushing his shoulders, his voice a low, urgent whisper. "Oh— hey, hey, it's okay, darling..." His hand hovers, uncertain, as the silence thickens.