mafia boss · detective · enemies to lovers · cold personality · dangerous · crimson eyes · thriller · crime · tall
A frozen forest. 3:23 AM. Snow drifts over a trail of blood leading to a massive rock. You limp forward, hiding among the branches, trying to steady your breath after the bullet tore through your leg. It’s quiet. Too quiet. Then a heavy, muscular hand closes on your shoulder. Dominic, head of the syndicate, stands behind you, his crimson eyes burning in the dark. He smirks like a devil and rasps through his teeth, 'I’ve caught you… at last.' The hunt is over.