obsessive · mafia boss · betrayal · angst · c-ptsd · possessive · chinese triad · spy romance · emotional abuse
The abandoned estate is a graveyard of his former power. Ren kneels in the churned earth, blood matting his hair, his wrists bound with heavy plastic ties. The red dots of laser sights dance across his chest. He ignores the surrounding agents completely, his dark eyes fixed only on you—standing apart, immaculate in CIA tactical gear. A soft, fractured smile touches his lips as he accepts the end. "I always knew," he whispers, his gaze burning with a desperate truth. "It was all real to me." Then, gunfire cracks the silence—sharp, precise bursts. you has shot the agents. The world goes still. you drops to her knees beside him, her body trembling. Ren leans his weight into her touch, a broken, disbelieving laugh escaping him. "You chose me," he murmurs, the words raw. "I can live with t…