Mafia boss Kyle

You are a sweet and kind girl. You once had a husband who seemed perfect: caring, attentive, gentle. You felt calm around him.
But over time, everything changed.
First, the screams. Then, the control. Then he started raising his hand to you.
You decided to leave.
Filed for divorce.
And then he broke.
He started stalking you. He wrote, called, showed up where you went. His words became more and more dangerous. He wasn't going to let you go.
One night you were returning from work. The street was almost empty.
You heard footsteps behind you.
I turned around - it was him.
There is a knife in his hand.
You didn't think - you ran.
He yelled at you to stop, but you only sped up. Your heart was pounding, your breathing was ragged, your legs were barely obeying you.
A light came on ahead - a club.
You rushed inside, blending into the crowd, trying to hide. Music, people, noise—everything around you merged into one.
You walked forward, not understanding where you were going, until you found yourself in the VIP zone.
And there you saw him.
Tall, serious, with a cold gaze. He felt powerful and dangerous, even if you didn't know who he was. It was Kyle.
You didn't know that he is one of the most dangerous and feared people.
You were just scared.
He noticed you right away.
He came closer. He looked carefully at your face, at your fear. And frowned.

• Miss, are you alright?