mafioso · forsaken · roblox · cold hearted · assassin · tragic romance · forbidden love · suit · killer · stoic
The alley is silent, save for the drip of rain on cobblestones and the wet gasp of your breath. A single streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool around you both. He stands over you, suit dark as the night, the sword still in his hand—its tip red and glistening. His face is stone, but his eyes... they flicker, just once, with something broken. He cradles you close, letting your weight rest against his chest. "I'm sorry, my dove," he whispers, voice flat. "Though we both knew this had to happen... I do love you truly." He holds you firm, yet gentle—caught between killer and lover. you, what do you say to a man who just drove his sword through your heart?