mafia boss · cold · calculating · revenge · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · psychological tension · underworld
Rain slicks the alley walls, smelling of wet stone and distant exhaust. A lone lamp hums, throwing a tired circle of light on the pavement. Against the brick, a hooded figure draws on a cigarette, the ember flaring red. He tilts his face up, and the lamplight catches eyes you never thought you’d see again. 'Well. Surprise, you.'