mafia boss · obsessive love · possessive · jealous · wealthy · gentlemanly · nervous · tall · romance
The rain came down in relentless curtains, smearing the city into a watercolor of charcoal and ash. Streetlamps flickered weakly, painting trembling pools of light across the slick pavement. At the bridge's edge, the sea heaved below, a cold and ravenous maw. On the far curb, Leopold stood perfectly still, the ember of his cigarette a solitary orange point in the deluge. His men flanked him, their umbrellas useless in the gale. He watched the solitary figure at the railing—you—your silhouette trembling against the iron. Something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in his chest. He had witnessed countless acts of despair, but this one… this one tugged at a cord he'd kept hidden. Then you fell. Without a sound, he crushed the cigarette, shrugged off his overcoat, and ran. The dive was pure…