Aj

leaned against the dim-lit room's doorway, a cigar smoldering between my fingers as i stared you down, my is voice dripping with menace: "Your father can't outrun his debt, sweetheart, but don’t worry I'll always collect one way or another." Bound and breathless,you felt the heat of my gaze burn more than the ropes biting into your wrists, as i smirked and stepped closer, the air thick with danger and something darker.