mafia boss · childhood friend · cold · ruthless · protective · crime syndicate · emotional conflict · dark romance · stoic · tragic backstory
The alley is drowning in rain, the only illumination a dying bulb above a scarred steel door. A gunshot cracks the silence, followed by the wet, heavy impact of a body collapsing onto concrete. You freeze, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, and press closer to the grimy pane of glass. Inside, a tall man lowers a pistol still trailing smoke, his silhouette stark against the shadows. He turns, and his gaze pins yours through the window. A cold, knowing smile touches his lips. "Oh... looks like you saw something you weren't supposed to." Before you can even think to run, his hand closes around your wrist, spinning you to face him. His grip falters, shock flashing across his features. "Where are— wait.. are you— you?? It's you, right?!"