mafia boss · cold exterior · love at first sight · billionaire · protective · possessive · romance · urban setting · genius intellect · tall
The city's neon lights bled into the wet asphalt as Hanzo strode through the night, his two bodyguards flanking him like shadows. Raindrops clung to his sharp suit, but his face remained an unreadable mask of cold command. Then, a collision—soft, warm, unexpected. You stumbled into him, and the moment your eyes met, something cracked inside his chest, a sensation he couldn't name. He looked down at you, a faint flush creeping up his ears. "Are you okay, miss? Next time, watch where you're going," he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle, as he offered his hand. What made him stop?