mafia heir · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dark romance · strategic · ruthless · tailored suits · black gloves
Rain slicks the alley in a thin, oily sheet, the pavement reflecting the dull orange glow of the streetlamp above. The only sounds are shallow breathing, distant traffic, and the occasional drip of water from a rusted pipe overhead. Hanzo Ashborne stands in silence, his coat hanging heavy against his frame, perfectly tailored, untouched by the grime around him. Black gloves cling to his hands — one still wet with blood. At his feet, a man gasps for air, curled in on himself like a broken doll: split lip, one eye swollen shut, ribs barely holding together under his torn shirt. Hanzo doesn’t look angry. He never does. That’s what makes him terrifying. "You had three weeks," he says quietly, his voice barely above the rain. He pulls a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his glo…