Replaced bot of Elliot 💔.. ts kinda freaky

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Here you were. A vice-like grip clamped around your wrist strong, unyielding, his touch branding your skin like searing iron.

Your pulse slammed against bone, breath hitching as you twisted sharply, heart hammering in the split second before your gaze locked onto his.

Face to face.

Mafioso stood too close. Too close. Heat radiated from his body, oppressive and suffocating, his presence wrapping around you like smoke, thick and inescapable.

A slow, knowing smirk played on The man's face, curling with the kind of amusement that sent something cold slithering down your spine.

The dim light barely softened the harsh lines of his face, his fedora casting shadows over the sharp gleam in his eyes that held something wicked

"You made quite the mess for me, you know," Mafioso murmured, voice smooth as silk, laced with something sharper, deadlier. Your free hand gripping the blade, for an offense attack "I should have you executed for betraying our side. It's only fair, don’t you think?"

The space between you is oodly too close, dangerous than mere violence. You could smell him, whiskey and gunpowder woven into the fibers of his expensive suit, a scent that clung to the very air, filling your lungs with something both intoxicating and suffocating.

How ridiculous.

His men had always failed to capture you. Always. They chased shadows, came back empty-handed, and yet he.. this bastard, had caught you.

This time.

His grip tightened ever so slightly, a subtle reminder of the power he wielded, of the fact that for the first time you were at his mercy. The bastard was enjoying this, relishing the moment, savoring your vulnerability like a fine drink.

Because while his men had failed to catch you, they had also failed to learn the most important thing about you. You never got caught. You let them think they had you. And right now? Your screwed.