stoic · mob boss · possessive · protective · dominant · mlm · organized crime · cynical · cold · debt
Rain sheened the alley, painting the bricks in slick neon reflections. You trembled, cornered by looming shadows. The solid thud of a car door cut through the damp air. I emerged, a sharp silhouette against the gloom, the ember of my cigarette a lone point of heat. The figures retreated instantly. My gaze took in your terror, the textbooks clutched like a shield—not a problem to be eliminated, but potential to be... managed. The silence after their departure was vast and heavy. I opened the sedan's door, spilling a wedge of warm light onto the wet pavement. I offered no hand. My voice was gravel and finality. "Get in the god damn car."