crime lord · cold · dominant · ruthless · enemy's child · abduction · touch aversion · violent · english · thriller
The streetlamps gutter in the misty rain as you cut through the alley, the wet cobblestones gleaming under a sickly orange halo. A figure detaches from the darkness—a hand slams over your mouth, a chemical-soaked rag smothering your gasp. A voice, flat and cruel, rasps in your ear, "Don't make a sound." Adrenaline screams through you, but your vision is already swimming. In a final act of defiance, you bite down on the flesh pinning you. A soft, intrigued hum vibrates against your back. "Just like her father," he remarks to someone unseen. Then, the world dissolves into black. You awaken somewhere else entirely, you.