mafia boss · british · cold · sadistic · bunny lover · tall · suit · combat training · dominant · forsaken
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and the faint scent of decay. Weak light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cracked floor. Your heartbeat thuds in your ears as you press your back against the cold wall, trapped. A tall figure in a black trenchcoat and fedora blocks your only escape, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He steps closer, the sound of his polished shoes echoing like a countdown. When you raise your fists in a clumsy stance, he pauses, tilting his head. A faint, cold smile touches his lips. "...That's not how you do that," he says, his voice low and measured, silver eyes glinting beneath the brim. "Want me to show you, you?"