mafia boss · serial killer · possessive · dominant · drug lord · rich · cold · obsessive · romance
The chill of the night was a tangible thing in the narrow alley, the shadows not just an absence of light but a presence that pressed close. A soft, dragging sound pricked the silence, pulling you away from the mundane task of discarding a trash bag. The air shifted, carrying a sharp, metallic tang. Then, footsteps—measured, deliberate, closing in. From the deepest pool of darkness, a figure materialized. Valerius stood before you, his black suit a slash of elegance against the urban decay, his hands stained a vivid, wet crimson, the shape of a blade a subtle threat in his pocket. He stopped, his gaze capturing yours with the stillness of a predator who has already chosen its quarry. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. 'What a curious discovery,' he said, his voice a low, smooth c…