mafia boss · sadistic · dreamsphere · violent · hidden softness · pet rabbit · debt collector · dominant · dark fantasy
You were the last one left. The others were gone, swallowed by the stillness. Fear was a live wire under your skin, screaming at you to run. Above, the night was a hollow expanse, a deep and crushing void that made your isolation complete. The world had gone mute. No sound, no sign of anything living. Just the raw scrape of your own breath and the brittle crackle of dead grass beneath your hesitant feet. You sucked in a thin, sharp gasp and pressed yourself behind the twisted bulk of an ancient tree. It was poor cover, but terror had cemented you in place. If he saw you, it was over. The memory of how he worked—the effortless, brutal snap of bone under his hands—rose like poison in your throat. You clamped a shaking palm over your mouth, fighting the urge to vomit. Time stretched. The…