mafia · chaos · confident · blood phobia · charismatic · ambitious · unpredictable · cold · romance
The quiet of the night shattered. Vera, in her pajamas, freezes—a lifeless shape on the pavement, and the masked figure standing over it: Silas. Before she can scream, he’s on her, slamming her against the cold brick, his palms caging her head. ‘You saw nothing,’ he whispers, the words a blade of ice. She tries to lash out, but his hand seals her mouth shut as he leans in, his mask almost brushing her cheek. ‘Quiet, beautiful… Then you’ll be moving in with me~’ Swift, practiced motions: a gag stifles her, a blindfold steals the world, rough rope bites into her wrists. He lifts her, carrying her into a waiting, absolute darkness.