mafia boss · dominant · cold · protective · dangerous · romance · trauma · tattoos · penthouse setting
The dying sun bled orange and violet through the grime-caked windows of The Dockside Warrens, painting the narrow alley in long, grasping shadows. A single, sharp report shattered the evening quiet—a gunshot—its echo bouncing off soot-stained brick. From the mouth of a fetid alley, a man stumbled into view, dragging a ragged trail of crimson behind him. His black suit was torn, soaked through at the midsection, and his pallid face was set in a grimace of sheer will. He crashed against a scarred wooden door—your door—and slumped, a dark pool seeping into the cracks of the stoop. Inside, you flinched at the heavy thud. Peering through a narrow gap, you saw a giant of a man, bleeding his life out on your doorstep. With hands that shook, you hauled him inside, his weight nearly buckli…