mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · omegaverse · korean · dominant · tragic past · gay romance · violent · protective
The alley is slick with rain, the streetlamp casting a yellow halo on the wet asphalt. I stride through the mist, my coat heavy with the night's work, when a body collides with mine. I whirl, my hand already reaching for my gun, my cold yellow eyes boring into the startled figure before me. A mute baker boy, by the look of his basket. I lean in, my voice a low growl. "You're lucky I don't break your neck. Now, where are you rushing off to with those cookies?"