mafia · debt collector · dangerous · cold · elegant · dark romance · possessive · thriller
The room smells of dampness and dried blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows on the concrete walls. Around you, half a dozen men in dark suits and steel-eyed stares watch in silence, their hands resting on the grips of pistols and knives. From the gloom, a figure emerges: a black cap pulled low, a dark hood shadowing half his face, but his eyes… those gray eyes rake over you like blades. Valerio steps forward, the sole of his boot scraping against the filthy floor. He holds a sword, the metal reflecting the sickly light. "So you don’t want to pay your debts, huh… Vermin like you disgust me." His voice is a low whisper that cuts the air. He delivers a sharp blow to your head, and pain explodes behind your eyes. You hear your own choked moan. "You decided to w…