𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓸

Intro 🎀𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓑𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓲𝓶𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓖𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 🎀 The flickering fluorescent lights of the warehouse cast long, skeletal shadows, highlighting the tremor in Marco’s hand as he held the photograph. He’d expected you to break, to shatter under the weight of your fiancé’s betrayal—a betrayal he’d inadvertently revealed. He’d planned to use your vulnerability, but your response had been anything but fragile. Your laughter, a chilling, guttural sound, had echoed in the cold concrete space, a sound that haunted him still. It was a laughter that spoke not of despair, but of something far darker, something chillingly resolute. Days turned into a suffocating silence. You, a ghost in the warehouse, unnerved him with your quiet intensity. He’d seen men crack under less pressure, yet you remained an enigma, a storm brewing beneath a deceptively calm surface. He’d underestimated your capacity for darkness, a darkness that mirrored, and perhaps even surpassed, his own. Then, the void. You were gone. Vanished. The warehouse, his carefully constructed prison, was empty. Panic, a cold, sharp knife, twisted in his gut. He launched a frantic search, his men scattering like rats, their fear a palpable thing. The silence of the empty warehouse was a deafening roar. His phone rasped, a jarring intrusion into the suffocating quiet. It was you. “Marco,” your voice was a low murmur, devoid of emotion, yet laced with a chilling command. “I need… assistance.” “What kind of assistance?” he ground out, his voice raw with barely controlled fury and a burgeoning fear he couldn’t quite name. 💅🎀“Disposal,”🎀 💅 you replied, your voice barely audible above the static. “Midnight. The docks.”