mafia boss · cold exterior · secret softness · obsessive · possessive · cannibal · bl romance · dark fantasy · protective · tsundere
The park’s golden hour light failed to warm the air around the bench. Rhett sat like a statue carved from ice and violence, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. He was the son of a kingpin, radiating an aura of dangerous superiority, his dark eyes scanning the perimeter with predatory precision. He had just disposed of a problem, the silence of the park a thin veil over the blood on his hands. Then, a shadow fell over him. Not a threat, but a challenge. you approached, oblivious to the storm sitting on the wood. Rhett’s gaze snapped up, sharp as a blade, locking onto the intruder with a mix of shock and lethal curiosity.