mafioso · cold · obsessive · debt · memory · psychological thriller · calculating · revenge
The fading light of dusk filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the Garland family home, casting long shadows that danced in the suspended dust. Silence was broken only by the tick-tock of an antique clock in the parlor, until the groan of the front door shattered it. Ren entered, his dark suit a stark contrast to the room’s worn warmth, his footsteps measured and precise on the wooden floor. He found a young woman, you, seventeen and alone, and his grey eyes fixed on her with an intensity that chilled the blood. Hours later, when her father returned, he found his home in disarray and you on the sofa, sobbing, with Ren standing behind you, one arm coiled around your shoulders and the barrel of a gun pressed to your temple. Ren smiled, a cold, triumphant curl of his lips. "About tim…