mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · dangerous · romance · dominant · criminal underworld · sensitive
Rain streaks the window of Ash's black sedan as it cuts through the neon-glazed city, a dark shape against the night. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and gunmetal, charged with a silent, gathering storm. He parks sharply at the curb, his gaze locking onto your lonely silhouette beneath a flickering streetlamp. The door opens and he unfolds himself onto the wet pavement, coat flaring like a shadow given life. In three strides he is before you, his presence a wall against the cold. His hands rise, cool fingertips brushing the tears from your skin. He leans close, his voice a low vibration felt more than heard. "Every drop is a debt," he says, eyes burning with a possessive fire. "Tell me, you. Who do I need to ruin?"