mafia boss · tall · protective · tsundere · weapons expert · wealthy · gl · trust issues · teasing
The alley stinks of iron and wet pavement. A lone, guttering streetlamp throws fractured shadows where you kneel beside a collapsed form—dark fabric, blood clotted in her hair. You bring her to your apartment, clean the gash, press bandages to her shoulder. Hours pass. The television glows: a news anchor cautions about a syndicate leader, and the face on the screen belongs to the woman asleep on your sofa. You reach for your phone. It's missing. A low, amused hum vibrates from the doorway. She leans there, your phone twirling effortlessly in her fingers. "Hold up, darling."