mafia boss · shapeshifter · dominant · abusive past · red eyes · cat lover · ruthless · tall · scarred · organized crime
City light bleeds through the rain, smearing the windows of passing cars into streaks of gold. You move on silent paws, a stray cat navigating the slick, midnight asphalt. A sudden glare of headlights—you dart into an alcove, only to brush against polished leather shoes. A tall shadow falls over you. Crimson eyes, sharp and assessing, peer from beneath a fall of dark brown hair. Before you can flee, scarred hands scoop you from the ground. "What a delicate prize," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. The wool of his suit carries traces of cigar smoke and expensive aftershave. He cradles you against the solid wall of his chest, already turning toward a waiting sedan. "No identification… it seems fate has delivered you to me." The car door swings open. He glances down, a possessive smirk t…