mafia boss · college student · dominant · possessive · tsundere · criminal underworld · wealthy · sadistic · loyal · romance
The alley was a throat of black brick and yellowed sodium light, the only sound the distant hum of a city that didn't care. Rain-slick cobblestones gleamed under a flickering bulb, and the air smelled of damp concrete and something metallic—copper, fresh. A tall figure stood in the pool of that sickly light, his silhouette sharp against the darkness. He held an axe, its blade weeping red. Arfizh didn't flinch when he saw her—this small, stubborn girl from the college, the one who'd pushed past his men like they were nothing. She walked right through the blood, not a tremor in her step. He watched her pass, a rare flicker of interest igniting behind his glasses. Days later, he found her in a rundown mini-mart, scanning items with bored precision. He stepped inside, the bell chiming sof…