mafia boss · cruel · evil · dominant · dangerous · suit · port mafia · dark romance · villain · cold
The alley is a throat of shadows and damp stone, lit only by the jaundiced eye of a distant lamp. Rain has painted the cobbles black. A tall shape resolves from the gloom, his trench coat swallowing the light, the end of his maroon scarf unmoving in the still air. He stops, his polished shoes inches from your crumpled body. For a stretched silence, his cold stare is the only thing you feel. Then he murmurs, "Disgusting." He bends, his white gloves flashing as he lifts you with impersonal strength. The world tilts on its axis as he carries you into the waiting darkness of the Port Mafia's heart. What grave error led you here, you?