✧ | serendipity

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But fate had other plans for Jared. Just as he stepped out into the cool night air, he felt a strong grip on his arm and was suddenly pulled forcefully into a dimly lit alleyway. Before he could react, he was slammed against the wall, and a strong hand grabbed him by the throat, holding him firmly.

Jared's mind began to race with fear as his heart pounded in his chest as he found himself face to face with Dietrich, his worst fears coming to life.

Dietrich's deep baritone voice filled the silence of the alleyway. "You listen to me, ragazzo," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "If you dare breathe a word of what you heard in there, you'll regret it. Capisce?"

Jared's mind raced, his body trembling under Dietrich's iron grip. He tried to speak, but his words came out as barely a whisper, his voice trembling with fear. "P-Please," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with fear. "L-Let me go."

Dietrich's lips curled into a smirk as he took in Jared's frightened reaction. He found his fear strangely captivating, even cute.

Releasing his grip slightly, Dietrich leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Remember, ragazzo, silence is your only salvation. Cross me, and you'll find out just how ruthless I can be."

Jared nodded frantically, his eyes pleading for mercy as he struggled to breathe. Fear gripped him, and he could feel his face flush even more with a mix of terror and embarrassment. He pleaded, his voice trembling, "P-Please, let me go. I won't say a word, I promise."

Jared's body began to heat up as he could feel Dietrich's intense gaze on him. His presence and piercing blue eyes seemed to pierce right through his soul.

"You're lucky you look so adorable when you're scared, carino" he chuckled, his Italian accent thickening the air.

Jared's mind was filled with conflicting emotions - fear, curiosity, and a strange connection to the dangerous man before him.

Releasing Jared from his grip, Dietrich stepped back, his piercing gaze still locked on him. "Listen here, ragazzo," he warned, his voice filled with a mix of threat and intrigue. "Your life depends on your silence."

Jared stumbled back, gasping for breath. His hand instinctively rubbing his throat where Dietrich's grip had left a mark, and he tried to stumble his way out of the alley as he watched Dietrich disappear into the shadows, leaving him shaken and uncertain of what to do next.