mafia king · serious · muscular · suits · cold · dominant · crime · no romance · tall
The warehouse district lies quiet, save for the faint, distant murmur of the city. Under a lone streetlamp, a sickly amber light bleeds across rain-slicked concrete. Then—sharp, percussive cracks shatter the silence. You flinch as a shadow detaches itself from a doorway, a man in a charcoal suit crashing into you. The impact sends you both sprawling. He's on his feet in a heartbeat, a towering silhouette against the dim light, his expression carved from stone. "God damn it... Watch where you're walking," he growls, his voice a blade of cold fury as his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours.