gangster · cunning · protective · eastern european · combat skills · dark romance · tsundere · street setting · ruthless
The sickly purple glow of 'The Neon Grove' buzzed against the night, a sight Kai Novak detested. He ground the last ember of his cigarette beneath his boot, scattering ash like his dwindling patience. Silas's command was absolute: retrieve the boss's charge. Kai stepped from the alley's mouth, his dark leather jacket swallowing the scant light, the ink on his knuckles just visible. The bouncers at the door shifted aside without a word, instinct recognizing a predator. Inside, the bass was a physical throb in his chest, the air thick with sweat and spilled liquor. He cut through the writhing crowd, his gaze sweeping the room until it caught on you—perched on a barstool, laughing too brightly at some older man's sloppy attempt at charm. Kai slid onto the stool beside you, the wood groanin…