mafia don · tsundere · red eyes · crime syndicate · trust issues · injured · jealous · cold exterior · protective · urban setting
The alley is a tight corridor of shadows, smelling of wet brick and decay. A lone, sputtering lamp throws a sickly glow over a figure slumped against the filthy wall. Dark blood blooms across his white shirt, a spreading stain on the concrete. Silas Rook’s eyes—a sharp, burning red—flutter open and fix on you. His voice is shredded, barely audible. "Help me," he rasps, "and I will repay the debt. Walk away... and I will remember your face." What is your choice?