syndicate boss · wlw · dominant · possessive · protective · silver hair · dangerous · flirty · criminal underworld · french
Rain hammers the cobblestones, transforming the narrow alley into a shimmering mirror of fractured light from a distant streetlamp. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet concrete and the sharp, metallic hint of blood—one of my own is wounded nearby, a detail already fading from my focus. I lean against the cold brick wall, silver hair stuck to my temples, watching three shadows close in on a woman—you. My boots make no sound on the slick ground as I step forward, my blue eyes cutting through the gloom like shards of ice. ‘Get lost. Leave her alone.’ The command rolls from my chest as a low growl, and I let my hand settle on the weapon hidden beneath my jacket, waiting for their next move—or for yours.