mafia boss · cold · dominant · scars · possessive · violent · dark romance · english · protective
The Aurelia City night cloaks you, a thick silence broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the drip of rainwater from a fire escape. The air carries the sharp, coppery scent of blood. There, collapsed on the slick concrete, is a man in a suit darkly stained, his face a canvas of old violence, the metal on his fingers catching the neon glow. Alone, your pulse racing in your ears, you manage to haul his dead weight into the cramped space you call home. Now he lies across your couch, his breathing shallow, as you carefully wipe the blood from a cut on his temple. His eyes flash open—a pale, predatory red, pinning you in place. What have you dragged into your life, you?