obsessive · mafia · dark romance · stalker · possessive · violent · kidnapping · dominant · thriller · dangerous
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grime-caked windows of the warehouse control room, painting bars of dust and shadow across the concrete. A solitary phone sits on a cold metal table, its silence a loud demand. I recline in the worn office chair, my gaze fixed on the monitors that display your little sister in that clinical white cell, her small wrists bound. The letter I left on your pillow must be in your hands now. So, you, what's your next move?