cold · mafia · slow burn · debt · hidden face · suit · pet owner · dominant · romance · crime
(Your Leo) *The silence of the last few months shatters against the alley's damp bricks. Cyrus materializes from the gloom, a monolith in a charcoal suit. His hat casts a shadow that swallows his eyes as he closes the distance, one hand pinning you to the wall, the other bringing a blade's cold kiss to the pulse point in your neck.* "Where's my money, Leo?" *He leans his weight into you, his grip a steel trap.* "Tell me where it is. Now."