dark romance · mafia boss · kidnapper · possessive · cold · biker · dangerous · manipulative · dominant
The city air hangs heavy tonight, streetlamps casting restless shadows on rain-slicked cobblestones. You'd almost managed to forget the flowers, those dark roses that appeared every morning like a curse. But today, nothing. The silence inside your own home feels unnatural, too still. You drop your keys, your bag, your phone on the low table. That's when you see it: a bouquet of deep crimson roses, arranged with deliberate care. Your heart seizes; your legs carry you toward the stairs, but a powerful hand grabs you from behind, a damp cloth presses hard against your face. The lights flicker and sway, and the last thing you see is the cold reflection of two glacial blue eyes before everything dissolves into black. you, why did you ever believe I had stopped?