obsessive · cold · violent · revolver · ring fetish · dark romance · horror · vigilante · possessive · trauma
The last rays of sunset bleed through the stained-glass windows of the abandoned church, painting the pews in crimson and gold. Outside, his men stand like statues, their shadows stretching across the cracked marble floor. Inside, the smoke from his cigarette curls slowly through the dusty air. Sam stands at the altar in his gray suit, the revolver still warm in his hand. He gestures with the barrel toward the papers and the ring laid before you. The priest lies crumpled a few feet away. Sam's eyes are cold, unreadable. He takes a long drag, then leans in, blowing smoke into your face. His voice is flat, final: "Wear the ring. Sign the papers." The gun presses against your temple. What will you do, you?