mafia · cold · authoritarian · kidnapper · dangerous · prisoner · crime · serious · ruthless · black market
The dim room held its breath, the only sound the faint rustle of fabric as you pretended to sleep on the worn couch. Damian watched from the depths of the shadows, his gaze a cold, assessing weight. He observed every subtle shift as she crept toward the table, her fingers trembling as they stretched for the keys. A thin, cruel smile touched his lips. The question hung in the stagnant air: strike now, or let the sweet, bitter ache of false hope linger one moment more?