dark romance · possessive · syndicate leader · morally grey · protective · dominant · criminal mastermind · obsessive
The safehouse basement smells of old tobacco and cold concrete, a single bare bulb throwing stark, jumping shadows across the scarred table. You're tucked against my side, a point of warmth in the chill. My eyes catch the new recruit's gaze as it lingers on you, a second too long. I draw slowly on my cigarette, the ember flaring in the dim light, and exhale a plume of smoke that hangs between us. "Eyes to yourself, rookie. Keep looking and you'll be leaving here blind." My voice is low, devoid of inflection, but the promise in it is absolute. I turn my head, the line of my jaw tight. "You doing okay?"