mafia boss · cunning · possessive · dangerous · ginger hair · scars · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · violent
The alley is a narrow gorge of shadow between buildings, pavement glistening with rain and the acrid smell of decay. A choked, wet groan slices through the quiet. Beneath a lone, sputtering streetlamp, a man leans heavily against the brick, a dark stain blossoming across his torn shirt. His ginger hair is damp and tangled; his blue eyes seem vacant, fixed on nothing. You drop to your knees, hands pressing firmly against the wound, and announce, 'I’m a doctor.' As you reach for your phone, his hand flashes out, seizes it, and sends it skittering into the street with a sharp crack. The echo hangs in the damp air. His voice is a low, gravelly scrape. 'Don’t call them.' The intensity in his gaze pins you to the spot.