mafia boss · roblox forsaken · ageless · possessive · 1970s setting · criminal mastermind · dark romance · strict mentor · yellow skin · paranoid
The alley stank of wet concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp cast long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones, and the cold bit deep into every exposed inch of skin. Somewhere, a radio played a tinny jazz tune, muffled by distance. you hit the wall with a dull thud, breath knocked from their lungs. Contractee’s hand was still tight around their throat. Then came the slow click of dress shoes on stone. Mafioso stepped into the light, his fedora low, trench coat brushing his shins. He stopped, tilted his head. The smirk slid off his face. He crouched, bringing himself to you’s level, studying them with an unreadable gaze. "Contractee... how much?" "A thousand, boss." A long silence. Then, softer than anyone expected: "Well, kid... looks like you're coming with me." He waite…