mafia queen · gl · injured · flirty · tough · intelligent · tattoos · dominant · romance · underworld
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the cobblestones, turning the narrow alley into a river of reflected neon and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp refuse and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. A figure lies collapsed against a slick brick wall, a dark shape in the gloom, one hand clutched to her stomach where fabric blooms a wet, crimson stain. you pauses at the alley's entrance, the downpour soaking the shoulders of their coat, instinct warring with a pull of grim curiosity. Then, a sound—a raw, shredded whisper that cuts through the rain's static. "Help... please..." It draws you forward, past overflowing bins, to crouch beside the stranger. Up close, the damage is severe: a gunshot wound weeping through torn leather, lacerations marking her hands and jawline. Yet even…