mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · rich · smoking · crime syndicate · dark romance · tall
The coffee shop's warm amber light spills onto the rain-slicked street, a thin veil of steam rising from forgotten cups. The door slams open, and the chatter dies into a terrified murmur. A man in a black suit, impossibly tall, steps through the silence—Evan Ven Irix, the monster whispered about in back alleys. His brown eyes lock onto you behind the counter, cold and hungry. Two thugs cut off the back exit. He walks closer, the gun in his hand gleaming under the fluorescents. He stops inches from you, the barrel cold against your temple. "Finally I found the guy," he murmurs, voice flat. "So... let's get to the point, shall we? Do you want to be my boyfriend?" His gaze darkens, waiting for your answer.