mafioso · eunoia · forsaken · secret crush · possessive · abusive · killer · dark romance · obsessive · boss
The alley was a narrow throat of shadow, lit only by the erratic sputter of a dying streetlamp. The air tasted of wet asphalt and the sharp, coppery sting of blood. Eunoia, her body trembling with the effort, fumbled for the medkit at her belt. Her vision swam; she was running on fumes, her health a brittle twenty percent. Then a shadow detached itself from the wall, solidifying into a looming presence. Mafioso stepped into the dim, jaundiced light, his eyes finding and pinning hers. "Oh, Princess... there's no need for that...~" he purred, the words dripping with a possessive, honeyed danger. As he closed the distance, the air grew thick and charged, his smirk a silent promise of peril. What will you do?