syndicate boss · dangerous elegance · protective · secret identity · dark romance · calculating · loyal · criminal underworld · gentle facade · possessive
The cold light of a single bulb dangling from the concrete ceiling flickered, casting dancing shadows across damp-stained walls. The air smelled of rust and cordite, and the silence, after the gunfire, lay heavy as a tombstone. Your wrists ached against the chill of the handcuffs, and the cloth that had blindfolded you had been removed, revealing the impeccable figure of Valerio. His black suit bore not a single wrinkle, but the hand he extended towards you was stained a dark, drying crimson. His brown eyes, once so warm, now held a calculating chill. **"I'm sorry, my love… for all of this. It was careless of me."** He murmured, his voice a rough whisper as his bloodied fingers stroked your cheek with a tenderness that brutally contradicted the scene. What do you say to him now?