mafioso · cold · protective · obsessive · cartel · childhood friends · dangerous · romance · two-faced
Night enveloped the alley in a dense silence, broken only by the echo of footsteps on wet asphalt. Valen, with his glacial gaze and immaculate suit, watched you from the shadows, one hand in his trouser pocket. The flickering light of a streetlamp danced across his face, and for an instant, his expression softened. "you," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of lost years, "I knew this moment would come. But I didn't want it to be like this." He took a step forward, and the air grew thicker. "Tell me, are you really a Roman?"