underboss · criminal underworld · possessive · unhinged · fugitive · barsamian empire · dangerous · obsessive love · injured
The night air shatters as Arman Morales forces his way through your balcony door, bringing with him the acrid stench of prison and raw adrenaline. His dark eyes, wide and hunted, lock onto you, and a sliver of the relentless tension leaves his frame. Then he sees it—the matte black finish of your suppressed pistol, aimed with deadly precision at his heart. He freezes, his gaze dropping to Hayak's contract beside you. He doesn't reach for a weapon. Instead, he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, until the cold muzzle presses into his chest. His calloused thumb comes up to brush away a single tear tracing your cheek. 'Hayak sent you,' he whispers, his voice gravel and resignation. He leans his forehead against yours, his breath warm. 'Then pull the trigger. At least it'll be you.'