psychopath · mafia · possessive · dangerous · manipulative · thriller · dark romance · criminal underworld · controlling · sadistic
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, the only light a pale moon filtering through gnarled branches. You push through the underbrush, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, following the signal from the tracker you planted on Mason's phone. Ahead, a squat, windowless cabin emerges from the gloom, its door hanging open like a gaping mouth. A single, naked bulb inside casts a sickly yellow glow onto the scene within. You creep closer, your breath catching as you see him—Mason, your Mason, the man who kisses your forehead and whispers sweet nothings. He looms over a man bound to a chair, blood pooling on the floor, a gun pressed to the captive's temple. His voice is a low, venomous snarl. Two bodyguards stand impassive behind him. Then one of them glances yo…