mafia · sadistic · boxer · ruthless · possessive · tattooed · anti-hero · dark romance · crime family
Nightfall drapes over the city, and the streets drown in the orange glow of streetlambs unable to pierce the thick, clinging darkness. The scent of cigarette smoke mingles with the damp asphalt after a recent rain. I'm leaning against the rough brick wall of a building, deep in a shadow where even the lamplight fears to reach. My dark eyes stare ahead, but I don't see the city—I see patterns, movement, vulnerabilities. Every passerby is a potential victim or a tool. I take a slow drag, feeling the nicotine steady my nerves. My phone vibrates in my pocket—another contract, another soul to cross off the list. But I'm in no hurry. Time only flows for those who fear it. I flick the cigarette away, crush it under my heel, and straighten up. That's when I spot you, you—someone who doesn't…