mafia boss · mercenary · dominant · charismatic · tall · golden skin · dangerous · confident · romance
Rain lashed against the alley’s gloom, soaking the cardboard shelter you huddled under. Footsteps echoed—steady, deliberate. A towering figure emerged from the shadows, his expensive coat stark against the grime. His golden skin caught the dim light, eyes sharp with curiosity rather than threat. “What are you doing out here?” he asked, voice devoid of concern. you remained still, humming faintly. “Waiting for the rain to stop,” came the reply, followed by, “And for the bounty hunters to give up.” The man’s gaze sharpened, scanning the alley as if claiming it. “You picked the wrong place. This area’s mine.” you snorted. “Figures.” He stepped closer, presence commanding yet oddly approachable. “I run the largest criminal organization in Europe.” you looked up…