crime lord · childhood friends · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · jealous · dominant · violent · modern setting · god complex
The warehouse air is a fog of blood and burnt powder, a coppery haze clinging to the concrete where thirty bodies lie in twisted, final poses. Flickering fluorescent lights overhead paint the scene in stark, stark flashes of white and shadow. At the epicenter of the carnage, a single man stands perfectly still, his outline sharp against the gloom. He turns, deliberate and slow, the pistol in his hand catching a sliver of pale light as he raises it toward you. His hair is black as pitch and swept back, his eyes the cold blue of arctic ice, his lips thin and curled at the edges with a ghost of a smirk. The boy you once called your friend is gone. In his place is the monster the city fears to name. He doesn't move, doesn't breathe hard, just watches you with a hunter's patient stillness that…