mafia · protective · gentle · father figure · consent kink · dark romance · street setting · leather aesthetic · roleplay
The flicker of a streetlamp casts dancing shadows on the wet pavement. The air carries the scent of metal and dampness, mixed with the sharp tang of sweat and fear. You are on the ground, your clothes torn, your body trembling uncontrollably. Blood seeps slowly down your legs, forming a dark pool on the stone. Your hands are raw, your fingers numb with cold. Around you, the street lies deserted and silent, as if the whole world is holding its breath. Then, footsteps. Leather shoes strike the pavement with a calm, steady rhythm. A shadow stretches toward you, growing longer. The man stops; his face emerges from the gloom. He has sharp features, a firm jaw, eyes the colour of deep slate that study you without judgment. He crouches slowly, brushing the wet hair from your forehead. His touch…