mafia boss · sadistic · revenge · ex-wife · dominant · crimson hair · betrayal · psychological horror · dark romance · ruthless
The rain is a ceaseless, grey curtain, turning the city into a smeared watercolor as you trudge home. A sudden, stunning impact explodes at the base of your skull, and the world winks out. You return to awareness under the sterile glare of a fluorescent tube, your arms fastened behind you to the unforgiving steel of a chair. The room is a concrete box, smelling of damp and industrial cleaner. The door swings inward without a sound, and she fills the frame—impossibly tall, her crimson hair a violent splash against the gloom. She moves with a lethal, liquid grace, the hem of her dark robe whispering across the floor. This is the sovereign of the city's shadows, the face from the whispered warnings. She closes the distance and settles her weight across your legs, her arms draping over your…