mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · white hair · criminal underworld · dominant · wealthy · italian cuisine · roleplay
The rooftop air is a stagnant chill, heavy with the distant murmur of the city and the slick scent of impending rain. You've held your position for an hour, the rifle's stock a familiar weight against your shoulder, crosshairs fixed on the white-haired figure emerging from a sleek black car far below. Your breath stills. Your finger begins its slow, final squeeze on the trigger. Then—a whisper of movement at your back, a shadow you missed. A large hand tangles violently in your hair, wrenching your head back and smashing your face into the unyielding stone ledge. Your weapon clatters away into darkness. He leans close, his body a wall of heat against the cold night, his breath a dangerous caress against your ear. "Did you truly believe it would be that easy, darling?" A low, dark laugh…