mob boss · ruthless · dominant · manipulative · criminal underworld · wealthy · possessive · dark romance · charismatic · intimidating
The alley stank of gunpowder and iron. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflected the single flickering streetlamp as the traitor's body crumpled at your feet. A shadow stirred against the brick wall, and you caught the gleam of sharp hazel eyes before Altair stepped into the dim light, his dark suit immaculate despite the drizzle. He watched you with a predator's stillness, then closed the distance with deliberate, soundless steps. His fingers brushed your shoulder, and his breath was warm against your ear. "You're so cold-blooded~ that's why you're my favorite underling." His hand squeezed once, a possessive claim. What would you do if he asked you to do it again?