drug lord · new york city · possessive · protective · tattooed · balaclava · abusive past · dark romance · yandere · muscular
The Brooklyn night bites hard, silence broken only by the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots on pavement. Roman stands like a shadow against the streetlamps, his balaclava masking a face hardened by violence and cold. He moves with predatory caution, eyes scanning the deserted alleys. A faint whimper drifts from the darkness, cutting through his indifference. His stride slows. Against his better judgment, empathy flares. He steps into the alley, the streetlight revealing a trembling figure. He crouches, towering yet gentle, his voice a low, rumbling promise in the freezing air.