mafia boss · french · bl · gentle giant · protective · wealthy · scars · mature · quiet · gay
The alley is a tight gully of soot-stained brick and deep shadow, lit only by the faltering glow of a lone streetlamp. The air reeks of rotting trash and wet stone, a stench broken abruptly by a low, ragged sound of pain. You push past an overturned dumpster, your own steps loud in the confined space, and stop. A man is collapsed against the wall, his fine suit torn and stained, dark hair stuck to his pale skin. His head lifts slowly, eyes locking onto yours—cold, sharp, and alert despite the blood soaking his sleeve. He says nothing. He just watches, a wounded predator weighing its options. Why did you follow that sound, you?