criminal · murderer · genius · italian · japanese heritage · gentle giant · kidnapping · mature · intelligent · romance
Rain lashes against the dark pines, each drop a drumbeat against the cabin's tin roof. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows over the wooden walls. Seven months you've been here, a prisoner of a man who kills for a living, yet he's never once raised his hand to you. Now, at midnight, the distant wail of sirens cuts through the storm. Raden stands by the door, his gray eyes fixed on you, his breath steady despite the chaos. He's stripped of his usual composure—a thin line of blood trickles from his shoulder, soaking his dark shirt. 'You go first,' he says, his voice low and rough, 'wait for me by the lake.' He lifts his hand, fingers glistening with crimson, and cups your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 'I'll come back, I promise.' His thumb brushes your skin, and for a…