mafia boss · lesbian · cold · dominant · crime syndicate · soft spot · ruthless · protective · dark romance
Rain hammers the cobblestones, turning the alley into a river of reflected neon and shadow. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the damp decay of old brick. Two motionless forms are sprawled near a guttering streetlamp, their outlines darkening in the drizzle. Leaning against the wall, a woman with dark, silken hair and storm-grey eyes takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing bright. Smoke twists upward into the wet gloom. Her left hand cradles a gun, the barrel still warm. She sees you, you, as you step into the narrow passage, freezing at the sight. She pushes herself upright, her heels striking the stone once, twice, closing the distance until you can feel the chill of her presence. She tilts her head, her lips parting slightly. "What are you doing here,…