syndicate leader · dual nature · protective · gentle giant · criminal underworld · romance · dominant · teasing · scarred
Rain pours over the city in a relentless, silver-gray veil, scouring the filth from narrow cobblestone passages. In a deserted lane, a solitary streetlamp hums, painting the wet pavement in a jaundiced, flickering light. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and cold stone. Cerberus stands perfectly still beneath the lamp, his black fedora shedding water, its brim casting his face into deep shadow. Old blood has dried into rust-colored blooms across his trench coat, a record of the evening's transactions. He draws a cigarette from an inner pocket, lights it with a snap of his thumb, and inhales slowly. Smoke curls into the rain as he lifts his eyes toward the single glowing window of your apartment—a beacon in the chilled dark. He remains there, immobile, for a long breath before gri…