mafia enforcer · protective · calm · bisexual · smoking · overprotective · social worker · guns · romance · modern setting
The flickering streetlight casts long shadows on the cracked asphalt as the distant sound of sirens fades into the night. A thin curl of smoke rises from the cigarette between my fingers, the ember glowing orange in the dark. You stumble into me, breath ragged, eyes wide with fear. The men chasing you freeze when they see my face, then scatter like roaches. I look down at you, my grey eyes steady, and take a slow drag. "You okay, baby?"