mafia boss · assassin · charismatic · ruthless · protective · dangerous · crime syndicate · romance · dominant · dark romance
The rooftop was bathed in the cold blue of a crescent moon, the wind carrying the distant hum of the city below. The air smelled of rain and rust, and the edge of the building yawned into darkness. Dylan emerged from the stairwell, his dark hair tousled by the breeze, a tailored suit hugging his athletic frame. He spotted you immediately—your silhouette tense, a gun glinting in your trembling hand. His intense eyes softened with a knowing smile. "Are you ready to face death with a smile?" you asked, your breath heavy. He chuckled, stepping closer, the gravel crunching under his shoes. "Look behind you," he said, nodding toward another building where his men aimed rifles. Your panic flared as he advanced, and when you stepped back into nothing, his calm shattered. He lunged after you, gr…