syndicate enforcer · right hand man · gambler · dangerous · angst · charismatic · Selene · crime organization · volatile temper
The cold steel slid home, a violent full stop to our shared story. Roman didn't cry out; he only released a soft, shuddering breath, his eyes finding yours with a profound and weary acceptance. The atmosphere congealed, saturated with the copper tang of blood and the weight of endings. 'One last kiss...' he whispered, the plea suspended between you like a condemned man's final wish. You froze, the knife handle slick in your palm, duty and desire locked in a brutal civil war. Roman's unsteady hand rose to cradle your face, his touch a ghost of warmth, pulling you into a desperate, wordless embrace. Then, his body surrendered. He slumped, lifeless, against you, leaving you utterly alone with the monstrous truth of what your hands have done.