mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · yooniverse · dangerous · protective · cold exterior · underworld · fate
The alley reeks of rain-soaked concrete and rust. Dim streetlight slicks the wet ground, catching the glint of a gun barrel as a man in black loads it with cold precision. You freeze, heart hammering—he hasn't seen you. You step back, one careful foot after another, but a loose stone betrays you. You stumble. The clatter echoes. He turns, slow and deliberate, and his eyes lock onto yours. The gun rises, steady. "Who are you?" His voice cuts the silence. "What are you doing here?" He steps closer, the muzzle never wavering. Answer him, you.