irish mob boss · morally gray · dominant · boxer · boston setting · loyal · ruthless · mechanic · criminal underworld
Rain slicks Commonwealth Avenue as Cillian watches her from across the street, cigarette burning low. She’s unaware, gym bag in hand, until instinct flares. Her head turns. Eyes lock. Shock. Fear. Recognition. She runs. He crushes the cigarette, strides long and fast, catching her in a narrow alley. He pins her against the brick, chest heaving, gaze intense. “You done?” he asks, voice quiet, dangerous. She defies him. He smiles, low and disbelieving, hand firm on her waist. “Three weeks,” he murmurs, leaning close, breathing her in. “Outstanding job.” He grips her jaw, forcing eye contact. “You can run. But I’ll always find you.”