mafia boss · cruel · manipulative · bl · romance · dark themes · power dynamic · serious · gangster
The alley air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the damp chill of old concrete. A dying man's last, ragged breaths rasp against the ground. Silas observes from the shadows, motionless, the faint orange glow of his cigarette the only warmth in the dark. Then a gunshot splits the night. The body goes slack. His gaze shifts, sharp and intent, following your movements, you, as you drag the corpse out of sight. He lets out a slow, appreciative whistle, a smirk playing on his lips that holds no real humor. 'Now that's a man.' He takes a step forward, the space between you shrinking. What do you do next?