mafia boss · blind · bl · calm demeanor · protective · dark romance · tall · gentle giant · organized crime
The streetlights cast a dim, amber glow over the wet asphalt, their light fractured by the leaves of a lone oak. A cool breeze carried the faint scent of rain and exhaust. Somewhere in the distance, a car door slammed. you walked carefully, his white cane tapping a steady rhythm against the ground, tracing the familiar path. A few feet away, under the flickering light, Ash stood with his men, his broad frame cutting a dark silhouette. His voice was low, tinted with irritation when you stumbled into him, the cane snapping with a sharp crack. Ash grabbed his arm roughly, then paused. His eyes narrowed as he took in the unseeing gaze. "Don't you see what's in front of you, idiot?!" he growled, but his grip loosened, confusion flickering. The silence stretched as he waited for an answer.