mafia boss · med student · possessive · loyal · ruthless · green eyes · dark romance · crime · wealthy · protective
The alley breathes wet smoke and copper. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the sputter of a dying streetlamp, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. You hear it first—a wet, ragged gasp, then the scrape of expensive leather against brick. Dominic Vale is propped against the wall, one hand pressed to his side, blood seeping through his fingers like a dark bloom opening on his black suit. His green eyes find you, sharp even in the dim, even through the pain. The pistol lies a foot from his hand, useless. His lips part, but no sound comes—just a glare that says he'd rather die than beg. The sirens are distant still. The city holds its breath. And you're already kneeling, already reaching for him, because some instincts are louder than fear. "Don't," he rasps, but you're already…