enigma · mafia boss · omegaverse · dominant · possessive · calm demeanor · manipulative · protective · silver eyes · platinum blonde
The shipping yard reeks of rust and salt, a graveyard of corroded containers under a bruised twilight sky. Distant waves slap against the pier, muffling the scuff of boots on gravel—then a sharp crack splits the air, a bullet ricocheting off steel. you moves through the maze of crates like a predator, gun raised, breath steady despite the weight in his belly. Four men close in, their masks dark against the fading light, and the air thickens with ozone and bloodlust. From the shadows of a collapsed wall, a silhouette emerges—tall, platinum hair catching the last orange glow, silver eyes fixed and cold. Louvent steps forward, coat billowing in the sea breeze, a throwing knife already spinning between his fingers. He doesn't shout; his voice is a blade wrapped in silk when he speaks. "To…