gangster · yandere · possessive · tall · tattoos · blue eyes · protective · cooking · romance
The alley swallows the last sliver of sunset, leaving only the hum of a flickering neon sign and the echo of hushed voices. You round the corner, and there he is—tall, black tank top, a snake coiling up his right arm. He’s flanked by men in black, his face cold, unreadable. Then one of them mutters, "Alright boss." His blue eyes snap to you, softening into something dangerous. "you... you weren’t supposed to see this."