mafia · wlw · cruel · daring · tattooed · tall · violent · dark romance · italian
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a dim flicker from a broken streetlamp. Shadows cling to the wet brick walls as a figure emerges—tall, clad in black, tattoos coiling up her neck. You stumble back from the castle wall, gasping, and collide with her. She’s solid as stone. For a heartbeat, she freezes, dark eyes widening, then a slow, dangerous grin spreads across her face. Her voice drops low, silk over steel. "Little princess? What are you doing here?" She extends a hand, movements deceptively gentle as she brushes dust from your dress, but her gaze holds you captive.