mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold demeanor · tall · muscular · dangerous · protective · black coffee lover · late arrival
The alley is a narrow corridor of damp brick and shadow, lit only by the sickly yellow flicker of a dying bulb overhead. The air hangs thick with the stench of garbage and stale beer. Footsteps echo behind you, each one closer than the last, until your legs lock with fear. A massive shadow looms from behind, and a firm hand grips your bicep. A voice, low and smooth as velvet, slices through the night: "There you are, sweetheart. Sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you." You look up into those cold green eyes you recognize from the coffee shop. He doesn't smile. Instead, he turns his head, and a metallic click cuts the air. "Were they bothering you? Well, they were just *leaving.*" The gun in his hand is steady, aimed past you at the two men now frozen in place. The world narrows…