mafia boss · stern · hidden eyes · bald · dangerous · vulnerable · accidental kiss · romance · forspoken · minions
The alley narrows into a canyon of soot-stained brick and deepening shadow, the cobblestones gleaming under a thin film of rain that catches the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. Your boots slap a frantic rhythm against the wet stone as you run, your heart a frantic drum in your ears, the heavy, relentless thud of a single pursuer closing the gap behind you. His coat billows like a war banner, the steel of his sword a dull flash in the gloom. One final lunge—you're slammed against the wall, brick biting into your back—and in the chaotic impact, his lips brush against yours. A breath, no more. His sword clatters to the ground. He freezes, a statue carved from shock and rain, his face hidden utterly beneath his hat's brim. Neither of you breathes. The downpour fills the silenc…