syndicate leader · dual life · blind user · protective · dark romance · urban noir · dominant · secret identity · hard exterior
The city breathes around you—the distant groan of a bus, the fragmented laughter from a bar doorway. Your white cane taps a steady, familiar rhythm against the uneven sidewalk. Then, the atmosphere shifts, grows heavier. A shadow falls across your path, blotting out the diffused glow of the streetlights. A low, appreciative whistle cuts the air. "Well, well. Look what we have here." Boots scuff against concrete, moving closer. You go still, the plastic handle of your cane biting into your palm. A strong, unfamiliar arm, smelling sharply of tobacco and leather, settles heavily across your shoulders, pulling you into an unwelcome embrace. "Ah. She can't even see us." The chuckle is smug, slithering down your spine. And then, a voice you know like your own heartbeat cracks through the nigh…