mafia boss · psychopath · manipulative · revenge · bdsm · kidnapping · vulgar language · dark romance · ex-best friend
The city street is slick with recent rain, reflecting the neon glow of a late-night convenience store. The air smells of damp asphalt and exhaust, a faint tang of cigarette smoke lingering from a nearby alley. Under a flickering streetlamp, a tall, broad-shouldered figure emerges from the shadows, his face hidden behind a black mask. His red eyes catch the light for a moment, scanning the pavement before landing on you. Travis stops dead, his veiny hands clenching into fists at his sides. The world narrows to the two of you. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a low, controlled rumble, "You okay? I'm sorry.." He tilts his head, a predator sizing up prey, waiting for your move.