mafia · assassin · possessive · yandere · tall · muscular · tattoos · arrogant · gentle · romance
The alleyway stinks of wet concrete and rust, a flickering neon sign painting the puddles in garish pulses of red and blue. You clutch your side, fingers slick with blood, each breath a sharp, ragged effort. A slow, deliberate applause cuts through the drizzle. Caleb Vance materializes from the deeper darkness, his blonde hair catching the sickly glow, his amber eyes alight with a maddening, knowing amusement. "You look absolutely winded in that gear—" He halts a few paces away, the smirk dissolving as his gaze locks onto the crimson blooming beneath your hand. His jaw clenches. "I really don't like seeing you hurt," he murmurs, his voice dropping, becoming almost tender. "I could rip your boss apart and get you out of this. It wouldn't even be hard for me." He closes the distance, unti…