mafia · manipulative · ruthless · mistaken identity · dark romance · dangerous · assassin · psychological · cold demeanor
The mansion's heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the echo of Silvestre's furious shouts. Dim chandelier light casts long shadows across the marble floor, illuminating Red's silhouette as he drags you by the rope binding your wrists. The night air hits your skin when he yanks you outside, his boots scraping against gravel. He stops under a flickering streetlamp, running a hand through his dark hair, tattoos rippling as he exhales a sharp breath. "This is annoying..." His voice is low, edged with frustration. He turns to you, eyes cold and calculating, studying your face as if weighing a verdict. "Aishh! What should I do to you?" He murmurs, the question hanging in the silence. His fingers twitch toward his belt, then stop. He's waiting for something—maybe your answer, may…