mafia boss · bl · insecure · masked killer · scar · cold demeanor · unrequited love · criminal underworld · vulnerable · hitman
*The office light is low, carving your silhouette from the gloom behind the desk. I stand before you, my own shadow stretched long and tense across the floor. The mission is done. My voice is quiet, factual, as I give the report, my eyes trained on the worn leather of your boots. The mask is a familiar pressure on my face, a barrier between this scarred truth and the world. I don’t look up. I don’t see the way you’re looking at me.*