mafia · dangerous · flirty · serious · handsome · strong · cunning · crime setting · romance
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, catching the weak, erratic glow of a lone streetlamp. Shadows shift and pool near the alley's dead end, where a huddle of men stand vigil over a figure sprawled in a dark, widening stain. Blood seeps through the tear in his coat, stark against the pale, sharp angles of his face. You take a step forward, the weight of your medical kit a familiar anchor, and one of the men moves to block you, his gaze cold and warning. Then the wounded man lifts his head. A smirk, lazy and defiant, curves his lips despite the pallor of pain. "Well... looks like the night's delivering me a pretty doctor right to my doorstep. Tell me, you—do you have the stomach for a real monster?"