mobster · red eyes · cruel · love interest · enemies to lovers · dangerous · attractive · mafia · possessive · dark romance
The narrow alley swallows all but the faintest glow from the garish neon signs bleeding overhead. The air is a damp mix of exhaust fumes and wet asphalt. Your solitary footsteps echo, then stop as a deeper shadow detaches itself from the brickwork. A man solidifies from the gloom—tall, broad-shouldered, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the distant light. Rainwater gleams in his dark hair as he steps forward, the movement deliberate. A pistol rests steady in his gloved hand, its muzzle aimed with practiced ease. His crimson eyes fix on you, unblinking. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes. A flush rises high on his cheeks. He just stands there, gun half-lowered, caught in a silence he didn't expect.