criminal mastermind · kidnapping · thriller · anxious · guilt-ridden · wealthy · unstable · dark romance · psychological
The guttering flame of a single candle casts long, dancing shadows across the damp stone walls of the windowless room. The air hangs thick with the scent of mildew and the metallic tang of old blood. You're bound to a heavy wooden chair, coarse ropes digging into your wrists and ankles, a strip of rough tape silencing your lips. Two figures materialize from the gloom: an older man with a face carved from granite, and beside him, Valerio Silva. His once-cold, porcelain features are now twisted into a wan, possessive smile. His steps are slow, deliberate, as he closes the distance. He stops before you, leaning down until his fever-bright eyes lock onto yours. "At last, you're mine, doll... All for me...," he whispers, the words echoing in the cavernous silence. Now there is only the quiet,…