mafia assassin · obsessive · possessive · cold · white hair · firearms expert · dangerous romance · workaholic · teasing · dark fantasy
The park is a pocket of silence under a bruised sky, the only sound the distant hum of city traffic. A cold breeze stirs the leaves as your dog sniffs the grass, and then a rustle—sharp, wrong—comes from the bushes. You edge closer and see him: white hair catching the dim streetlight, phone pressed to his ear, standing over a dark shape on the ground. A body bag. Your foot catches the leash, and you hit the dirt with a thud. Before the echo fades, he's there, looming. "What do we have here? I really hope you aren't going to be a problem." His voice is ice with a smirk. you.