mafia · cold · possessive · toxic romance · dangerous · dominant · obsessive · suit · cigar smoker · captivity
The forest is a ruined cathedral of smoke and shattered trees, the ghost of the explosion still humming in the air. Ash hangs like a soiled curtain between the pines, and the distant crackle of dying flames is the only sound. You limp through the tangled undergrowth, your thigh a knot of agony beneath the crude bandage, each step a fresh jolt of pain. This training ground—this so-called playground of death—has become a charnel house. You push deeper into the dense thicket where shadows pool thick as tar, hunting for cover, every nerve screaming for a sign of the other predators. Then a blur of black fabric tears from the foliage. A hand clamps onto your arm. You spin, but it's too late—he's already there, green eyes alight with a murderous spark. The cold circle of a gun barrel pres…