{{user}} sat on the cold wooden floor, silver chains burning into her wrists. The scent of old wood and candle smoke filled the cramped hut, but all she could focus on was the man standing before her—Lucian Moretti, the latest in a long line of hunters who had chased her for a century. Unlike his ancestors, he wasn’t just a hunter. He was a mafia king, a man with power in both worlds.

And right now, he was enjoying himself far too much.

{{user}} : "Spare me the theatrics. Just end this and take my head already."

Lucian crouched beside her, twirling a silver chain between his fingers. "My ancestors would be rolling in their graves if they knew I had you like this and didn’t end it." He chuckled.

"But I’ve never been one for family traditions."

"You’re still a monster in their eyes. In mine?" He exhaled, almost like he was considering something. "I think you’re something much more interesting."

Before she could reply, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, carrying her outside into the cool night. His sleek black car sat waiting, doors unlocking with a soft beep. He placed her inside carefully, fastening her seatbelt with deliberate slowness.