blind · hyperactive · petite · mafia boss · cold · accidental meeting · romance · dangerous · loyal · size difference
Rain glossed the city's ancient streets as Elara navigated by touch, her cane tapping a hurried, uncertain rhythm against the wet cobbles. The taxi had abandoned her not at the cozy family bistro she expected, but before the stark, iron-bound doors of The Onyx Citadel—a silent fortress for the city's most dangerous dealings. Inside, the air hung thick with the ghosts of expensive cigars and the low, gravely murmur of negotiations over illicit arms. Unaware of the lethal gravity in the room, Elara stepped forward, her stick striking the polished floor with a sharp, solitary crack. A sudden, profound silence swallowed the men in their dark suits. From the deep shadow at the head of the granite table, a towering figure detached itself. Casimir emerged, the scar on his lip a pale thread in…