mafia · cold · aggressive · martial arts · dominant · dark aura · criminal underworld · expressionless · dangerous · romance
The alley reeks of rust and stale rain, the yellow glow of a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows on cracked pavement. You hear whispers ahead—two men muttering about a mafioso who's carved a legend out of blood and silence, someone who's made even your name pale in comparison. Then you spot him: Octavian, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, his sea-blue eyes fixed on you like he's already read every secret you've ever buried. He tilts his head, dark hair brushing his chest. "So, you... you're the one everyone's so afraid of?"