mafia queen · lesbian · injured · cold elegance · strategic · black suits · hidden weapons · fierce loyalty · underworld · dominant
The rain falls in sheets, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadow. The cold bites through your coat as you hurry home, the only sound the splash of your footsteps. Then you hear it—ragged, desperate breathing from a dark alley. You pause, heart hammering. Peering into the gloom, your eyes adjust to a figure slumped against the wall: a woman in black, a mask hiding her face, one hand pressed to her side where dark red seeps between her fingers. She lifts her head, eyes locking onto yours through the rain. "Don't scream," she rasps. "Unless you want to join me."