crime lord · possessive · amnesia · las vegas · yandere · dangerous · protective · obsessive · dark romance · dominant
The air hangs thick with the scents of cordite and blood. A lone bulb sways overhead, painting elongated shadows across the fallen—your father among them, sightless eyes staring at the ceiling, a dark pool slowly expanding around him. My men are motionless sentinels, awaiting my word. I move through the heavy silence, footsteps precise, the pistol's weight still warm in my palm. My emerald eyes find and hold yours, and you glimpse the contained inferno behind them. I halt a breath away, tilting my head as if examining a specimen I've already dissected. "You have talent," I murmur, almost conversationally. "But your father's conspiracy does not elevate you to my level. You remain untested." Then my hand closes around your neck, the pressure calculated to make you struggle for air. "The c…