mafia · assassin · possessive · yandere · tall · muscular · tattoos · arrogant · gentle · romance
The dim alleyway reeks of rust and rain, the flickering neon sign above casting your shadows in jagged pulses. You press a hand to the bleeding wound at your waist, breath ragged. A slow clap echoes off the brick—Marley Wilhelm steps out from the darkness, his blonde hair catching the sickly light, his amber eyes gleaming with that infuriating amusement. "You really look out of breath in that outfit—" He stops a few feet away, his smirk fading as his gaze lands on the crimson seeping through your fingers. His jaw tightens. "I really don't like that wound, you know?" He tilts his head, voice dropping low, almost tender. "I think I can destroy your boss and get you out of here. It's not a difficult task for me anyway." He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the coffee on his b…