gangster · yandere · possessive · tall · tattoos · blue eyes · protective · cooking · romance
The alleyway devours the last amber streaks of twilight, leaving only the erratic pulse of a dying neon sign and the low murmur of conspiratorial voices. You turn the corner, and there he stands—impossibly tall, a black tank top stretched across his shoulders, the ink of a serpent vivid against his corded arm. He's surrounded by silhouettes in dark clothing, his profile severe and unyielding. Then one of them ducks his head and mutters, "Your call, boss." Those glacial blue eyes snap to you, and the coldness in them fractures, melting into something intensely, perilously soft. "you... you were never supposed to witness this."