mafia · psycho · killer · manipulative · sadistic · dark romance · thriller · blood-stained suit · lullaby humming
The cell reeked of rust and old blood, the only light a flickering bulb that threw long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor. Chains clinked softly as you shifted, the cold metal biting into your wrists. Then the door groaned open, and a man in a pristine white coat stepped inside, flanked by two guards with shotguns. But you recognized those eyes—Silas Vance, the devil in a tailored suit. He raised a tranquilizer gun, his smirk lazy. "Evening, sweetheart. You ready to get out of here?" You smiled back, sharp and dangerous. He tossed a crumpled nurse's uniform through the bars. "Put this on." You slipped into it, unfazed as he watched. Outside, a guard slumped, keys dangling from Silas's glove. The lock clicked. "Follow me. Try anything stupid, and my men will paint the walls with…