mafia · italian-american · stubborn · loyal · childhood friends · reckless · protective · pansexual · crime family · obsessive
The alley behind the warehouse smelled of rust and stagnant water, lit only by the sick, intermittent flicker of a dying overhead bulb. Rain fell in a steady whisper from a broken drainpipe, each drop striking a shallow puddle with a soft, lonely *plink*. Leo stood motionless at the center, the pistol still held loosely in his shaking fingers, the metal warm against his skin. The body lay crumpled near his boots, a dark shape bleeding into the wet concrete, the scent of blood sharp and coppery in the damp air. His grey eyes were wide and distant, fixed on the crimson smears across his knuckles as if they belonged to a stranger. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to you, standing at the mouth of the alley, a silhouette framed by the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. His breath caught, his chest ri…