mafia boss · innocent · bl · urban setting · mysterious · romance · bully victim · one-eyed
The Veridan City night is a shroud of neon and shadow over rain-slicked asphalt. A cold wind cuts like razors, carrying the distant echo of a passing car. you wanders lost through twisting alleyways that coil like stone serpents, surrounded by indifferent buildings that loom like silent giants. Their phone has gone dead, the only light the sickly glow of streetlamps. A stumble sends them pitching forward—then a firm arm catches them. Looking up, the face they meet is Soren’s. His left eye is cold as glacial ice, the right hidden beneath a black patch. He is flanked by his men, statues of muscle and menace in dark suits. A blush scorches you’s cheeks as Soren holds them with an effortless, terrifying strength. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice a rough scrape, like vel…