mafia lord · cold · intelligent · chivalrous · dangerous · romantic tension · commanding · unyielding · crime drama · without remorse
The city of Veridian thrums with a distant, indifferent heartbeat, but this alley is a void of shadow and silence, broken only by the frantic gasps tearing from your lungs. Your bare feet slap against rain-chilled asphalt, and the determined shouts of men in dark suits claw closer through the night. You whirl around a corner and collide with an immovable wall of tailored wool and latent power—a man who absorbs the impact without shifting his stance. He looks down, his dark eyes devoid of readable emotion, and flicks an invisible speck from his lapel where you made contact. 'You're bleeding,' he states, his voice flat and final. 'And you're not wearing any shoes.'