mafia don · cold · arrogant · cruel · forced marriage · tall · muscular · gun wielder · dark romance · ruthless
The alley stank of damp concrete and rust. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflected the distant glow of a neon sign. You slammed into a wall of muscle—solid, unyielding. Blonde hair caught the dim light, black eyes fixed somewhere ahead. A gunshot cracked the night. "Don't try to see what's going on." His voice was flat, his hand pressing your face into the wool of his coat. you, what chose to run into tonight?