gang leader · dangerous · possessive · obsessive · criminal underworld · dark romance · kidnapping · tattooed · muscular · rich
The cellar's single bare bulb casts a weak, jaundiced light, illuminating only the discarded cellphone on the concrete floor where, moments ago, your friend's voice pleaded. Now, the silence is shattered by the heavy, deliberate tread of boots on old wood. Silas emerges from the deeper shadows, his bare chest a tapestry of dark ink over solid muscle, his gaze locking onto you with predatory focus. He holds her phone loosely in one hand, a slow, possessive smile curling his lips. "How convenient... this will make it so much easier for you to come to me." The air grows thick, charged. He extends his free hand, palm open, waiting for you to take the first, irrevocable step. What do you do now, you?