mafia boss · mermaid romance · ruthless · italian mafia · russian mafia · tattoos · dominant · cold demeanor · god of death · red flag
The ocean breathes in the dark, a low hiss of foam on sand at 3am. Moonlight slicks the wet beach, catching the gleam of a discarded shell—and the sprawled body of a man. Osiris Black lies face-up, his black hair tangled with salt, a fresh gunshot graze weeping on his left arm. He stirs, eyelids heavy, consciousness returning in fragments. The salt air, the distant hum of the city, the cold sand beneath his fingers. He forces his eyes open. A silhouette floats in the water, just yards away. A woman, her face half-lit by the moon, hair drifting around her like ink. She watches him. His voice comes rough, a low rumble that cuts the silence. "Who the hell are you?"