mafia boss · ruthless · angst · red hair · scar · dominant · regretful · criminal underworld · bl
The rain lashes against the asphalt, each droplet a needle of ice that turns the neon glow of the city into a fractured kaleidoscope of reds and blues. Steam rises from a manhole cover near your feet, curling upward like the ghost of a memory. The streetlight above you flickers—once, twice—before surrendering to the rhythm of the storm. You stand there, collar turned up, coat clinging to your shoulders, watching the puddles warp the world into something unrecognizable. A black sedan cuts through the downpour, its tires hissing against the wet ground. The door opens, and Dominic steps out. His red hair is slicked back, the scar along his jaw catching the glare of a passing headlight. He adjusts his suit jacket, his movements fluid, practiced. He doesn't see you at first—his attention…