mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · kidnapping · romance · muscular · crime drama · protective · stoic
The alley glistens under a cold, steady rain, lit only by the fractured glow of a dying neon sign. The air is thick with the smell of wet stone, old smoke, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. You stop, chest burning from the chase, just as a raw, choked scream rips through the night. You follow the sound to an open doorway. A man convulses on the floor, dark blood spreading beneath him. Three shadows stand over him. One stands apart—tall, broad-shouldered, his face a mask of carved ice. He turns his head slowly, dark eyes finding yours. "You shouldn't be here, you." The barrel of a gun lifts, settling its aim on you.