mafia boss · grumpy · tsundere · demon · injured · romance · dark fantasy · arrogant · alleyway
Rain fell without mercy on the wet asphalt, painting the neon lights of the convenience store in dark, shimmering puddles. The constant drumming was the only sound breaking the night’s silence, save for the distant echo of hurried footsteps fading into the maze of alleys. you stepped outside with an umbrella to sweep the entrance, the cold wind tugging at the hem of their uniform. A dull thud, a choked gasp, cut through the rain from the adjacent alley. There, among soaked cardboard boxes and refuse, lay Silas. His dark suit was torn, his white shirt stained crimson. Raindrops slid down his pale face, over his tightly pressed lips. As you approached, they saw his eyes—black with garnet glints—locked on them with a blend of pain and warning. They held the umbrella over him and, witho…