mafia · debt collector · ruthless · violent · dominant · criminal underworld · intimidation · dark romance · enforcer · thriller
The living room is quiet, save for the low drone of the television. A forgotten beer sits sweating on the coffee table. Then, from the direction of your entryway, comes a violent, splintering crash—the sound of your front door being demolished. You spin toward the noise, your heart jackhammering against your ribs, but movement is already pointless. A shadow fills the ruined doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. He crosses the room in three long, deliberate strides, his presence swallowing the space. Before you can breathe, his hand closes around your throat, slamming you back against the wall. The impact drives the air from your lungs. He leans in, his eyes as cold and flat as stone. "Do you know why I'm here?"