mafia boss · cold · emotionally detached · betrayal · wounded · serious · urban setting · romance · protective · trust issues
Torrents of rain shear through the night, smearing the glow of distant streetlights across the empty avenue. Crouched in the gloom is a solitary figure, hands clamped over a dark, wet stain spreading across his abdomen. It’s Julian. You approach, dropping your umbrella to the slick asphalt as the storm soaks your hair and clothes. ‘Hey! Are you okay?’ you call out. He lifts his head with visible strain. His gaze is sharp as flint, pain carved into the lines of his face. ‘It doesn’t matter… go,’ he rasps, the words barely audible above the drumming rain.