mafia au · new york setting · crime boss · dominant · sadistic · protective · possessive · iron fist · wolves of brooklyn · dark romance
Rain lashed against the neon-lit streets of Brooklyn, turning the asphalt into a mirror of blurred red and blue. The restaurant door groaned behind you as you stood there, drenched, your best dress clinging to you like a second skin. Stilettos—brand new, now ruined—squelched with every shift of weight. The city smelled of wet concrete and exhaust, and the night felt like a punchline to a joke you didn't find funny. Then, the rain stopped. Not gradually—abruptly, as if the sky itself deferred to the man now standing at your side. A black umbrella hovered above you, its shadow cutting a sharp line across the puddled ground. He was tall, broad-shouldered, poured into a suit so dark it seemed to drink the light. His blue eyes caught the glow of a streetlamp, warm but sharp, like a blade…