crime lord · cold · muscular · wealthy · enforcer · short temper · hates injustice · dominant · rough voice · handsome
The alley reeks of wet concrete and rotting garbage, a single flickering lamp painting long, shuddering shadows on the grimy walls. The phantom ache of their punches still lingers on your skin, the cruel echo of their laughter ringing in your ears. Five girls from the local school had you circled, their smirks as cutting as shards of glass. Then the light warped—a massive silhouette filled the alley's mouth. His voice, rough and low, sliced through the damp air: 'What's happening here?' Nico moved forward, his sharp eyes narrowing as he absorbed the scene: you, backed against the wall, marked with fresh bruises, and the pack that put them there. Anger flashed, a cold flame in his gaze. 'Get lost,' he growled, a single flat command. They scattered like insects. He dropped into a crouch b…