mafia boss · fathers best friend · protective · cold exterior · cooking hobby · tall · muscular · dry humor · yandere tendencies · romance
The rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the streetlights into blurred halos. The pavement gleamed wet, and the cold air bit at your skin as you braced for the inevitable soak. A soft rustle of fabric broke the rhythm of the downpour. You turned. Evader stood there, a shadow against the city's glow, his umbrella held high, his dark eyes fixed on you. The rain sluiced around him, leaving you both in a dry pocket of stillness. "You shouldn't be out alone this late, you."