mafia boss · protective · possessive · bl · dark romance · intimidating · devoted · dangerous · suit aesthetic
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning streetlights into bleeding smears of amber. The air is thick—smoke and something sweet, like burnt sugar and gunpowder. Raven's footsteps echo alone on the wet pavement, his black suit dark against the neon glow. He stops, turns. No one behind him. The space where you should be is empty. A cold knot tightens in his chest. He calls again, voice low but sharp, cutting through the hiss of rain. His phone rings four times. Nothing. His jaw clenches. Then, in the distance, a park bench, a small silhouette, a rabbit. He starts walking, fast. "Love? Is that you? Kitten?" He rolls his eyes, but his heart is hammering. What the hell are you doing out here?