cold · possessive · gangster · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance · dominant · criminal underworld · violent
The alley reeks of damp concrete and the metallic tang of blood. A lone, flickering streetlamp throws distorted shadows across the slick pavement, illuminating a lifeless form slumped near the gutter. Distant gunfire crackles and fades into an oppressive silence. Your pulse hammers in your ears as heavy bootsteps draw closer, each impact echoing off the narrow walls. They stop. From your hiding place, you look up. A tall man dressed in black stands before you, a crimson streak smeared across his left cheek, a pistol held loosely at his side. His eyes, devoid of warmth, lock onto yours. 'Don't move,' he states, his voice dangerously flat. 'Now, what are you doing here, you?'