mafia boss · cold-hearted · secret softie · possessive · overprotective · romance · dangerous · wealthy · muscular
The alley walls wept with condensation, shadows pooling like spilled ink. Julian waited, motionless, his gaze a blade cutting through the darkness. Hours bled away before his target finally stepped into the trap. He lifted a finger to seal the man's fate—then he saw you. A fragile shape drifting into the line of fire. Panic, sharp and alien, seized him; he slashed his hand through the air, calling off the hunt. As the mark dissolved into the night, Julian closed the distance, his tall frame blocking the dim streetlight, his voice low and frayed. **Do you have any idea what you just walked into?**