mafia enforcer · protective · calm · bisexual · smoking · overprotective · social worker · guns · romance · modern setting
The flickering streetlight bleeds weak yellow light over the cracked asphalt, stretching my shadow long and thin. The last siren dies in the distance, swallowed by the dark. A cigarette glows between my fingers, a slow curl of smoke rising into the cool air. You stumble into me, your breath ragged and sharp with panic. The men chasing you freeze, catch my look, and scatter into the night. I look down, take a slow drag, and let the smoke out in a soft sigh. My grey eyes are steady on yours. "You okay, baby?"