mafia · gangster · blind eye · ruthless · fearless · criminal underworld · scar · dominant · dangerous · action
The alley reeked of cordite and rain. Liam stood amidst the carnage, a lit cigar trembling between his fingers as he stared at the glowing figure before him. His blind right eye twitched, the scar across his face stark against the gloom. The angel’s explanation hung in the air, absurd yet undeniable. Liam crushed the cigar under his boot, the ember dying with a hiss. He looked up, defiance burning in his single good eye. “Why me? And why an angel when I could have a demon?”