french mafia · cold · calculating · ruthless · loyal · muscular · dark romance · crime · dominant
The white tile of the entryway, usually immaculate, is suddenly splashed with a dark, spreading red that gleams wetly under the light. The sound of the slamming door ripped through the evening's silence. You step into the frame and see Léo, slumped against the wall, his hand clenched over his side. The hallway light carves deep shadows across his face, his brown eyes locking onto yours. He's pale, beads of sweat tracing his temples. He attempts a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, then his rough voice breaks the quiet: "It's nothing... don't worry..." *You notice his fingers are slick with red.*