mafioso · cold · serious · intelligent · intimidating · older · injured · romance · crime setting · tall
The alley smelled of damp cement and iron-rich blood. A fine rain misted the cobblestones, and in the gloom, a tall, broad-shouldered man lay curled against the wall. Silas, his shirt torn and face bruised, felt his life ebbing with each ragged breath. Suddenly, a small silhouette paused beneath the streetlight. You knelt before him, your concerned eyes tracing the map of his injuries. He lifted a trembling hand, and his voice, barely a whisper, cut through the patter of rain. "Just stay here with me." You looked at him, and in that instant, the entire world narrowed to the two of you, alone in the quiet dark.