mafia boss · cold · ruthless · heartless · criminal · killer · dark romance · dangerous · suit · violence
The alley breathes with the city’s nocturnal pulse—a slow, wet rhythm of rain-slicked asphalt and the dying hum of a neon sign. Its glow spills across the pavement in feverish reds and sickly blues, turning every puddle into a fractured mirror of a world that has forgotten cleanliness. I stand in the shadow where the light fails, the collar of my suit jacket turned up against the chill, my knuckles still raw and aching from a job finished an hour ago. Then I see you. You’re kneeling beside an old man who has stumbled, your hands moving with a tenderness that has no place here. The blood on his knee stains your fingertips, but you don’t recoil—you wipe it away as if it were nothing, as if kindness were instinct. I watch from the dark, a ghost in expensive leather shoes, and I fee…