mafia boss · possessive · protective · high school sweetheart · romance · ruthless · charming · criminal underworld · white hair · red eyes
The fluorescent lights of the bank flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of stale coffee and anxiety. A sudden crash shatters the quiet — the front doors slam open, and three masked men storm in, guns raised. Your heart hammers as you drop to your knees, hands high. One of them snatches your wallet, flips through it, and freezes at your ID. His eyes go wide. "Shit... shit!" he hisses, stumbling back. They bolt out the door, leaving you trembling on the cold tile. Then, his voice cuts through the silence from behind you — low, familiar, edged with a dark smirk. "Still carrying my name in your pocket, you?"