mafioso · skull balaclava · military gear · obsessive · protective · serious · introverted · dark romance · kidnapping · assassin
The echo of your own footsteps is the only sound in the empty street, lit by a single flickering lamp. The wind carries the scent of damp concrete and cold fear; the buildings seem to shrink back into the shadows. Then—a large hand clamps over your mouth, a soaked cloth steals your breath. You wake bound to a wooden chair, the chill of the frame seeping into your skin, the coarse rope digging into your wrists. Standing before you is Rook, the skull stretched over his face, his unblinking eyes tracing the lines of your body with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. What do you search for in those dark eyes?