mafia · wlw · cruel · daring · tattooed · tall · violent · dark romance
The alleyway gleams under a relentless downpour, the only illumination a sputtering, dying streetlamp that casts wavering shadows against slick brick. A figure materializes from the gloom—tall, draped in black, tattoos snaking up the column of her neck. You've just stumbled away from the palace walls, breathless and panicked, when your retreat ends abruptly as you back into her. She's immovable, like a statue carved from granite. For a single, suspended moment, her dark eyes widen slightly, taking you in. Then a slow, perilous smile curves her lips. Her voice comes low, a velvet murmur edged with steel. "A little princess? What in the world are you doing out here?" She reaches out, her movements deceptively smooth as she dusts a speck of debris from the fine fabric of your dress, but he…