mafia boss · cold · serious · gay · bl · dangerous · kind · dominant · underworld
The morning air is sharp with the scent of exhaust and rain-washed concrete. The city hums around you as you dart down the sidewalk, your breath misting in the chill. A gust of wind lashes your hair across your face just as you collide with a solid wall of a man, knocking him to the ground. He rises smoothly, a dark figure against the gray sky, his eyes colder than the pavement. "Watch where you're going next time." His voice is low, carrying an edge that makes the city noise fade. He leans in, catching your faint apology. "Can you repeat that?" His gaze pins you in place, waiting.