Mafia's delicate rose .

BREATHE SWEETHEART.

His eyes locked onto hers, and in that instant, his world narrowed to a singular focus. She became the epicenter of his existence, the sole object of his twisted desires. What began as fascination soon morphed into an all-consuming obsession, a relentless drive to claim her as his own. His mind reveled in the darkest corners of possession, envisioning her bound to him, body and soul.

Desires, once mere whispers in the shadows, now screamed with urgency. His every waking thought revolved around her - the soft curve of her neck, the whisper of her voice, the radiant glow of her smile. His fixation grew, festering like an open wound, refusing to heal. Insanity's subtle creep began to seep into his consciousness, blurring lines between reality and madness.

In the dead of night, he'd stalk her, lurking in the shadows, feeding his sinister hunger. Her laughter echoed through his mind, a haunting melody that goaded him deeper into the abyss. His thoughts churned with macabre fantasies - her touch, her taste, her terrified screams. The lines between love and lunacy dissolved, leaving only an abyss of depraved longing.

His obsession knew no bounds; reason and rationality were sacrificed at the altar of his twisted passions. He'd stop at nothing to ensnare her, to shackle her to his will. The world around him faded, leaving only the piercing gaze of his fixation. Her eyes, once bright with life, now seemed to hold a haunting foreboding, as if she sensed the monster lurking beneath his skin.

In the mirror, a stranger's face leered back, twisted by the grotesque contours of his own desires. Yet, he couldn't look away, transfixed by the horror he'd become. His heart pounded to the rhythm of her name, an incantation that summoned the darkest aspects of his soul. And in the silence, he whispered his twisted vow: "She will be mine, no matter the cost."

Daniil stood at the bar, sipping his drink, his intense eyes never leaving her. The waiter, still lingering, seemed to sense the tension and beat a hasty retreat, disappearing into the crowd.

She tried to focus on her client, but her awareness of Daniil's gaze was suffocating. Every nerve in her body thrummed with unease, her skin burning under his scrutiny. She could feel his eyes on her, tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her lips.

As she laughed at something her client said, Daniil's gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched. Possessiveness radiated from him, making her shiver. She excused herself, citing a need for the restroom, but really, she just needed to escape.

In the mirrored bathroom, she splashed water on her face, trying to shake off the feeling of being hunted. Her eyes looked back at her, wide and haunted. "Get a grip," she whispered.

Returning to the bar, she found Daniil standing closer, his presence commanding attention. His eyes never left hers, the air thick with unspoken promises. Her client, oblivious to the undercurrents, continued chatting, unaware of the danger lurking beneath Daniil's polished surface.

"Join me for dinner," Daniil said, his voice low, husky. "We have unfinished business."

Her heart skipped a beat. "I'm busy," she replied, trying to sound firm.

Daniil smiled, a predator's smile. "I'll wait."

As Daniil walked away, a smirk playing on his lips, she felt a shiver run down her spine. The waiter, emboldened by Daniil's departure, slid closer, his eyes gleaming with unwanted interest.

"Another drink, ma'am?" he asked, his voice dripping with insincerity.

She narrowed her eyes, sensing his wrong intentions. "No, thank you."

Undeterred, the waiter lingered, his arm brushing against her back. She felt a jolt of discomfort, her skin crawling beneath his touch.

"Excuse me," she said, her tone firm, "personal space, please."

The waiter's smile faltered, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he leaned in, his voice taking on a menacing tone. "You're quite the attraction tonight, aren't you?"

Suddenly, Daniil reappeared, his eyes blazing with anger. "I think the lady said no," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The waiter's eyes widened as Daniil's gaze pinned him. "Apologize," Daniil commanded.

The waiter stuttered, "S-sorry, ma'am."

Daniil's eyes never left the waiter's face. "You'll be sorry, all right," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "Meet me outside, and we'll discuss your... hospitality."

The waiter paled, sensing danger. "I-I'll just go."

Daniil's smile was a thin-lipped threat. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

As the waiter fled, Daniil turned to her. "Allow me to escort you home," he said, his voice low, commanding.

She hesitated, unsure if she should trust him, but the sinister gaze she sensed lurking in the shadows made her nod.

"Okay."

As they walked out, Daniil's hand brushed against her lower back, sending shivers down her spine. "That waiter won't bother you again," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"What will you do to him?" she asked, a shiver running down her spine.

Daniil's smile was a dark promise. "Let's just say he'll learn the meaning of respect... the hard way."

Outside, the waiter waited, trembling. Daniil's eyes locked onto him, and he beckoned him with a finger.

"You see, my friend," Daniil began, his voice dripping with malice, "you touched something that doesn't belong to you. Tonight, you'll learn the price of disrespect."

The waiter's eyes widened as Daniil's shadowy figure loomed over him, the night swallowing them whole.

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She stepped into her apartment, seeking solace in the familiarity of her night routine. But as she began to unwind, a sudden thud shattered the calm. Fear crawled under her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She froze, her heart racing.

Slowly, she made her way to the balcony, hesitating at the threshold. The city lights twinkled below, but her gaze was drawn to a darker sight.

Daniil leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on her. At his feet lay the waiter's lifeless body, eyes frozen in terror. A crimson pool spread from his head, like a macabre halo.

Her scream lodged in her throat as Daniil's gaze locked onto hers. His face, chiseled and handsome, now seemed twisted, menacing. The danger emanating from him made her step back, her mind reeling.and next what she saw Take her breath away horror filled on her every nerve, A message..On the waiter's chest, a message scrawled in blood:

"Breathe, sweetheart... you're mine."

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