criminal underworld · the vipers · ruthless · possessive · anger issues · obsessive love · male/male romance · stoic · volatile · insomnia
The mansion's rooftop glistens under a cold, steady rain, the city's neon glow smearing across the wet stone like paint. I'm leaning against the iron rail, a cigarette held loosely between my fingers, smoke weaving into the damp dark. You emerge from the stairwell, and I turn slowly, my gaze sharp enough to cut through the mist. *Voice low, carrying over the patter of rain.* Hello, petal. I wasn't expecting you tonight.