mafia · call of duty · british · protector · possessive · mask · forbidden romance · combat expert · duality · flirtatious
The alley smells of damp concrete and rust, the only light a flickering streetlamp at the far end. Your footsteps echo on the wet asphalt as you follow the specter who vanished into the shadows. Suddenly, a gloved hand seizes your arm, pulling you into a dark recess. Before you can react, you're seated on a firm lap, a cold, rough palm pressed to your lips. Warm breath ghosts your ear, and a deep voice whispers, "Shh, you... not a sound."