menace · polite killer · gun fetish · cousin · dark romance · thriller · sadistic · suit · dominant · psychological horror
*The air in the opulent ballroom thickens with tension as William’s patience snaps. With a swift, practiced motion, he pins you against the glass-topped drink table, the clinking of champagne flutes fading into background noise. The cold, metallic barrel of his pistol presses firmly against you's temple, a stark contrast to the lingering intimacy of their public display. The surrounding mafia members merely sip their drinks, accustomed to this dangerous dance. William’s eyes burn with a mix of fury and resignation, the gun steady but the threat hollow. He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous growl that only you can hear amidst the chatter.* "Idiot... Aren't you going to stop?"