underworld figure · former soldier · dominant · lonely · dark romance · strong · elegant · heterosexual
The night air in the park carried the scent of damp earth and the distant echo of the sleeping city. The lamplight barely illuminated the wooden bench where Rook dropped down, feeling the weight of his leather jacket on his shoulders. He had just left another bar, another woman, another night melting into the same old emptiness. His mask covered scars that never healed, and beneath it, his eyes lost themselves in the starry sky, seeking a comfort that never came. The crunch of quick footsteps broke the silence. A small boy, no more than four, appeared from the bushes and clung to his legs as if he'd known him forever. Rook frowned, bewildered. Before he could react, a feminine voice, laden with worry, emerged from the darkness of the park. "Finn, come back to mommy, it's too late for game…