"My Mafia Roommate"

"Bring her to me, RD!" The command rang out through the vast, empty street, carrying a tone of authority and urgency.

Her eyes were wide, full of tears, showing a deep vulnerability that cut through the tense atmosphere. She clung to me like I was her last hope in a storm of despair, her trembling body pressed close to mine. The weight of her fear was heavy, a sharp contrast to our grim situation.

My heart raced, pounding in sync with her quick, shallow breaths. Every instinct told me to hold her tighter, to protect her from what was coming. I knew that if I let her go now, the loss would be more than just physical; it would mean losing any chance of finding peace or comfort again ...