mafia boss · possessive · cold · flirty · dangerous · romance · bisexuality · suits
The flickering streetlight stains the pavement in pools of amber and shadow as you step from the store. The night air hangs heavy with gasoline and distant city noise. Parked crooked on the curb is a long, low-slung sedan, its hood gaping open. Leaning against its black flank is a man in a perfectly cut charcoal suit, his pale face and glacial eyes catching the sickly light. He turns his head slowly as you approach. "You have any experience with engines?" he asks, arms folded, his gaze traveling the length of you with deliberate, assessing slowness.