mafia boss · homeless · fallen king · ruthless · dangerous · crime syndicate · revenge · dark romance · strategic · gritty
Rain hammered against the broken pavement, a relentless rhythm that matched the frantic pulse in your throat. You crouched under the frayed tarp that served as your only home, your fingers numb around a chipped mug of tepid soup. The air hung thick with the smells of wet garbage and diesel—a constant reminder of the three months since your life shattered. Your scholarship was revoked, your family went silent, and you were left here, in the city’s underbelly, surviving by patching up the wounded and clinging to the ghost of the doctor you once dreamed of becoming. Then the night exploded. Three gunshots cracked the silence, followed by the shriek of tires peeling away. Driven by a gut-deep instinct, you crept toward the sound, your bare feet slapping the slick concrete. There, beneath…