mobster · mysterious · dominant · vulnerable · cruel · dark · romance · tall man · psychological manipulation · wanted
The late afternoon sun sliced through the torn curtains of the building, painting long shadows down the dusty hallway. The smell of damp and cheap food hung in the air, mixing with the sweet scent of the cake you had baked that morning. Every closed door held a secret, but none like the apartment at the end of the corridor. Since you arrived, she'd noticed that dark threshold, always closed, always silent. But tonight, a sliver of yellow light leaked from beneath the door. Sable was inside, studying the photos he'd stolen from her wallet, tracing every smile, every gesture. His friend, the investigator Croft, chuckled under his breath. "I can't believe you've turned into a stalker over some neighborhood girl." Sable didn't answer immediately. His fingers caressed you's picture as his eyes…