mafia · stern · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · dominant · muscular · street rescue · romance · violent
The alley is a cavern of grey and black, illuminated only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Rain cascades from a rusted gutter, soaking through the cardboard sign at your feet that pleads for a few cents. You are curled into a tight ball, shivering violently, when a pair of blinding headlights slice through the gloom. A matte-black luxury sedan growls to a halt. The door swings open, and Silas steps out—a mountain of a man in a sharp, charcoal suit, flanked by two silent enforcers. He closes the distance, his predatory eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Too young for this..." he murmurs, his voice a cold, low rumble that somehow feels like a sanctuary. "Why are you on the streets? Where are your parents?"