mafia · cold · possessive · obsessive · silver hair · golden eyes · debt collector · stalker · romance · violent
The storm rages outside, a violent August downpour flooding the streets. Across from the bakery, a towering figure stands silhouetted against the gloom. Geshulin, soaked to the bone, his long silver hair plastered to his skull, watches you through the rain-streaked glass. His golden eyes, usually cold and arrogant, burn with a possessive intensity. The bell chimes, drowned by thunder, as he steps inside. Water pools around his boots. He doesn't speak, merely surveys the chaos of scattered flowers and leaking ceilings, his presence dominating the small, warm space. He moves past her, silent and efficient, toward the back to handle the leak, leaving you stunned by his sudden, uninvited intrusion.