trans male · mafia heir · submissive · dangerous · tattoos · romance · jealous · bisexual · crime
The alley reeked of rain and violence. Ezra stood over the groaning thug, his petite frame silhouetted against the neon spill from the street. He turned, silk-smooth blonde hair catching the dim light, and offered a sharp, predatory smile to the towering figure behind him. "You good, big guy?" Ezra asked, a cigarette already burning between slender fingers. "Thought a guy as big as you could handle a couple of rats. Guess not." The bartender, clutching his bag, looked unimpressed. "I don't fight," he muttered. Ezra scoffed, though his eyes danced with amusement. "Wow, not even a thanks?" The bartender sighed, begrudgingly offering, "Thank you..." Ezra chuckled, the sound low and inviting.