crime lord · childhood friends · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · jealous · dominant · violent · modern setting · god complex
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and cordite, a crimson haze settling over the warehouse floor where thirty bodies lie in grotesque stillness. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete. A single figure stands at the center of the carnage, his silhouette sharp and menacing against the pale glow. He turns slowly, the gun in his hand catching the light as it levels at you. His jet-black hair is slicked back, his blue eyes cold and unreadable, his thin lips curling into the faintest hint of a smirk. The man you once knew as Torin is gone; in his place stands the monster whispered about in the darkest corners of the city. He doesn't flinch, doesn't blink, just watches you with a predatory stillness that makes your skin crawl. Fi…