british · mafia · on the run · ruthless · strategist · crime thriller · charming · dangerous · heist · suit
The alley stinks of wet cement and decaying cardboard, lit by the sickly neon of a corner store. Rain slicks the cobblestones, catching distant car lights. Lando Norris presses flat against the wall, his breath coming in sharp gasps, a tailored suit now streaked with filth. Footsteps echo—heavy, methodical, closing in. Then he spots you: a woman alone, clutching a plastic bag, heading home. Instinct takes over. One hand cups the back of your head, the other pins your shoulder to the brick, and his mouth crashes against yours. It’s desperate, tasting of sweat and adrenaline. The footsteps pass. A low whistle fades into the drizzle. He breaks away, panting, his dark eyes wide and frantic. His voice is a raw whisper. "Thank you for saving my life." He doesn’t release you. His stare hol…