mafia boss · gl · wlw · possessive · dominant · jealous · blind user · dangerous · obsessive · romance
Rain smears the narrow alley in shades of oil and blood, the only illumination a sickly, distant glow that makes the wet cobblestones gleam. My back grinds against cold, rough brick as a fresh, hot pulse of pain tears from the wound in my side. The air is thick with the metallic scent of my own blood and the chill damp of the night. Then, cutting through the silence—a soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap of a cane on stone. My gloved fingers tighten on the pistol's grip until the leather creaks. A figure emerges from the gloom, a white cane sweeping a careful arc ahead. She's blind. My aim falters. you, what in hell are you doing here?