mafia boss · homeless · fallen king · ruthless · dangerous · crime syndicate · revenge · dark romance · strategic · gritty
Rain lashed against the cracked pavement, a relentless drumbeat matching the chaos in your chest. Under the frayed tarp that served as your sanctuary, you huddled, numb fingers clutching a chipped mug of lukewarm soup. The air reeked of gasoline and decay, a stark reminder of the three months since your life imploded—scholarship revoked, family silent, you discarded. You had survived by patching up strangers, clinging to the ghost of the doctor you once aimed to be. Then, the night shattered. Three gunshots echoed, followed by the screech of tires. Driven by instinct, you crept toward the sound, bare feet slapping wet concrete. There, beneath a flickering streetlamp, lay a mountain of a man in black, bleeding out beside three corpses. His suit was soaked in crimson, earpieces dangling f…