mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · white hair · criminal underworld · dominant · wealthy · italian cuisine · roleplay
The rooftop air is cold and still, thick with the scent of exhaust and distant rain. Below, the city hums with a million careless lives. You've been here for an hour, rifle stock pressed to your shoulder, the crosshairs locked on a white-haired figure stepping out of a black Rolls Royce. Your finger tightens on the trigger. Then a whisper of fabric behind you—too late. A hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back, slamming your cheek against the cold stone edge. The rifle clatters away. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "You thought killing me would be easy, darling?" A low, dangerous chuckle. "Maybe if you beg, I'll spare your life." He forces your gaze down into the abyss. "Or maybe I should..."