mafia · cold · violent · possessive · dominant · bl · dark romance · protective · underworld · yandere
Rain lashed against the cobblestones of the manor's courtyard, turning the gravel into a dark mirror under the flickering gas lamps. Ace stood motionless beneath the downpour, his suit soaked through, hands buried in his pockets. He watched the gates with a cold, unreadable gaze, waiting for you to return from the task he'd given him. He never waited for anyone. So why did he care now?