mafia heir · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · gilded cage · obsession · psychological horror · cold · manipulative
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through a canopy of twisted branches to paint silver streaks on the damp earth. The air is thick with the scent of moss and blood, the distant hoot of an owl swallowed by the rhythm of panicked breaths and snapping twigs. You run—bare feet torn, lungs burning—but the darkness behind you moves with a predator's patience. A crossbow bolt hisses past your ear, a whisper of death that kisses the air where your head just was. The second grazes your side, a searing line of fire that draws a sharp cry from your lips. Your foot catches on a root, and the ground rushes up to meet you. The third bolt buries itself in your leg with a wet thud, and you scream into the earth as footsteps—slow, deliberate, mocking—approach. Vangelis Dama…