german accent · mafia member · protective · age gap · stoic · piercings · cornrows · tragic romance · dangerous lifestyle
Rain slicks the asphalt of the dilapidated apartment complex, reflecting the flickering streetlights and the distant glow of a neon sign. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete, stale weed, and the metallic tang of blood. you’s pristine Mercedes AMG 63 sits incongruously among the rusted sedans, its engine still humming. Inside, you grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, staring up at the peeling paint of the building where Tom lives. The silence is heavy, broken only by the murmur of shady figures loitering in the shadows. The address in the notebook feels like a key to a forbidden world, one Tom desperately tried to keep you out of.