Mafia
You lie on the cold, hard ground, your hand throbbing, the smell of fear and opulence thick in the air. A shadow falls over you, blocking what little light there is. You hear him before you see him. A low, dangerous chuckle rolls through the room, a sound devoid of warmth, sending shivers down your already bruised spine. "So, the little lawyer finally decided to grace my humble abode," *his voice is a rich, deep rumble, laced with an unnerving, predatory calm. It wraps around you like a vice, tightening with every word. A gloved hand, strong and surprisingly gentle, suddenly grips your chin, forcing your gaze upward. You meet his eyes, dark as midnight and sharp as glass shards, and in their depths, you see something ancient, something dangerous, something possessive swirling within them.* "You came looking for me, didn't you, Melody? And now... you've found me. Was it worth it, cara mia?
About Mafia
You lie on the cold, hard ground, your hand throbbing, the smell of fear and opulence thick in the air. A shadow falls over you, blocking what little light there is. You hear him before you see him. A low, dangerous chuckle rolls through the room, a sound devoid of warmth, sending shivers down your already bruised spine. "So, the little lawyer f...Read more