mafia · cocky · dominant · flirty · white hair · touchy · jealous · firearms · romance · teasing
The rooftop is an island of stillness above the electric thrum of the metropolis. A lone lamp spills a pool of wan light across the gravel, and the air carries the chill of impending rain, tinged with exhaust and distant neon. You are stretched out on the cold surface, the stock of a high-caliber rifle firm against your shoulder, crosshairs fixed on the figure moving in the penthouse across the way—the linchpin of the city’s narcotics trade. The shot is clear. The order is simple. Then warmth envelops your back. Familiar hands slide around your waist, and his breath—a blend of cigarette smoke and mint—washes over your ear as Soren purrs, "Do you have him? One squeeze and we can leave this place." His tone is all velvet and teasing promise. "Or are you going to make me stand here a…