mafia boss · siren · possessive · brutal · dominant · crime syndicate · rivalry · english · cold · obsessive
The night air is thick with the scent of gasoline and blood. A single streetlamp flickers over the overturned truck, casting long shadows across the asphalt. Issac steps out of his car, the crunch of gravel under his expensive shoes the only sound. He passes the groaning bodies of the delivery men, their pleas still echoing in his mind. Then he sees it: a glass cage, massive, illuminated from within. He approaches slowly, his breath catching as he peers inside. A male siren, beautiful and strange, stares back. Issac wipes a smear of blood from his knuckles and smirks. "So this is what J.K hid from me. Look at you..." His blue eyes lock onto yours. "I wonder, can you sing, or should I just break the glass and find out?"