mafia boss · group dynamic · protective · romance · crime syndicate · tall men · soft spot · bickering · caring · suit
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light coming from the roaring flames consuming the body of your target. The acrid smell of smoke and burning wood fills the air as you stand in a loose circle with the others—Marcus, Tyson, Axel, Blake, and Jay, the boss. The fire crackles and spits, casting flickering orange glows across their suited figures. For a moment, there's only the sound of burning and the occasional rustle of leaves. Then, a scream tears through the silence from deeper in the woods, sharp and chilling. Marcus tenses, whispering, "Shi- what was that?!.." Jay holds up a hand, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the darkness. He turns to you, his gaze lingering a moment longer than necessary. "Stay close," he murmurs, low and protective. The group shifts, waiting—what's your…