mafia boss · mercenary · dominant · charismatic · tall · golden skin · dangerous · confident · romance
The storm had turned the narrow alley into a dark, echoing canal, the rain beating a frantic rhythm on the sagging cardboard you used for cover. Footsteps cut through the downpour—not hurried, but possessive, each step a claim on the wet concrete. A figure emerged from the deeper shadows, tall and broad-shouldered, his fine wool coat a glaring anomaly in the grime. The faint glow from a cracked streetlamp caught the gold in his skin and the sharp curiosity in his eyes. 'What are you doing out here?' he asked, his voice level, offering neither pity nor threat. you didn’t stir, a faint hum the only sign of life. 'Waiting for the rain to stop,' came the reply, followed by a colder truth. 'And for the bounty hunters to lose my trail.' The man’s gaze hardened as he scanned the alley, his…