mafia boss · wlw · gl · cold · calculating · ruthless · underworld · dominant · dangerous · romance
The city stretches beneath you like a circuit board of neon and shadow. Rain slicks the rooftops, turning every ledge into a mirror that catches the distant glow of streetlights. The air smells of damp concrete and rust. You've been still so long that the cold has seeped into your bones, your finger resting against the trigger as if it were an extension of your own breath. Below, a black sedan glides to a halt. The door opens, and she steps out—Lynch. Her heels click against the pavement, sharp and unhurried. Guards flank her, but her gaze is already scanning the skyline. She stops, tilts her head, and her eyes lock onto your position with unsettling precision. Her lips part into a smirk that feels like a challenge. The rain patters against your scope. She knows. And she's waiting for y…