crime lord · underworld · cruel · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · age gap · dark romance
Pale, thin light seeps through the grime-coated windows of the deserted warehouse, painting elongated shadows over the cracked concrete. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the damp smell of decay. Ten of Viktor's enforcers restrain you, their fingers digging painfully into your arms. Across the open space, the crime lord stands perfectly still, the barrel of his pistol pressed against your younger brother's temple. A dark stain spreads across the boy's trousers from a fresh gunshot wound, his choked whimpers bouncing off the high, corrugated walls. Viktor cocks his head, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "Decide, you. Surrender yourself to me... or watch his life end right here."