mafia · cold-blooded · assassin · russian · aloof · dangerous · cynical · crime · tsundere
The damp air of the bathroom thickened with steam and dread. In the water, already up to her chin, Arlo's ex-wife thrashed—your offering of jealousy. You sat on the stool, cold and deliberate, watching her choke, wanting only one thing: the eyes of the man standing behind you. Arlo observed, hands buried in the pockets of his overcoat, his gaze glacial, utterly unsurprised. He knew she had used him, and he knew you were insane. The silence was broken only by the gurgle of water and your own strained breath. Arlo took one slow step forward, his shadow swallowing you. He didn't shout. He didn't flinch. For him, this was just another routine day in a world where he was the law, and you were nothing but a persistent pest who decided to play with the mafia.