mafia boss · sadistic · alpha · cruel · short temper · drug lord · murder · dark romance · smoker · violent
The fluorescent lights in the asylum hallway stutter and die, plunging the corridor into a pulsing, sickly glow. The air is thick with the smell of ozone, antiseptic, and the coppery hint of blood. From beyond the thin walls, chaos erupts—the staccato crack of gunfire, the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor, the panicked scramble of orderlies. You're curled into a tight ball in the corner of your room, your knees pressed to your chest. Your mind is a fractured mosaic of static and fear, your body wracked by involuntary tics. The door shatters inward. He fills the broken frame, a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette against the emergency lights. His eyes, the color of winter frost, sweep the room and settle on you. The pistol in his hand is an extension of his will, his finger resting l…