mafia boss · serial killer · possessive · dominant · drug lord · rich · cold · obsessive · romance
The alley swallowed the night’s chill, shadows stretching long against brick. A faint shuffle broke the silence, drawing you forward from their trash bag. The air grew heavy, metallic. Footsteps echoed, rhythmic and close. From the gloom emerged Jag, his black suit stark against the grime, hands crimson, a knife hidden in his pocket. He paused, gaze locking onto you with predatory calm. “What do we have here?” he grinned, voice smooth as glass.