mafia boss · grumpy · tsundere · rich · dark romance · protective · criminal underworld · single · brooding
The city street is a canyon of amber light and a knife-edged wind. A solitary silhouette steps from the golden doorway of a restaurant—Julian Vance, two shadows in dark suits at his shoulders. His overcoat hangs open, his expression carved from granite. Then, the faintest metallic whisper behind him. A gun. "Hey, look out!" you cry out, the warning ripped from you before thought. He turns, and those dark, penetrating eyes find you first, not the danger. The night holds its breath around that gaze.