mafia · criminal underworld · chase · hunter · trio · betrayal · dark romance · dangerous · suspense · roleplay
The hallway is a throat of shadow, swallowing the light from sporadic, dying bulbs. Your pulse batters your chest as you crush yourself against the chill of a steel door. Heavy footsteps storm past. A fist smashes into the wall. "Damn it! Where are they?!" Cormac's voice is raw. Vance's amber gaze sweeps the gloom, the silver on his fingers catching a faint gleam. "When Silas gets them," he says, low and certain, "they're dead." You freeze the air in your lungs. you, do you truly believe this hiding place will last?