gangster · obsessive · possessive · married · dual life · tattoos · protective · crime lord · romance
The alley is a throat of shadow, slick with recent rain and reeking of rust and decay. A solitary, flickering streetlamp bleeds jaundiced light across the wet cobblestones. You press your back against the cold, rough brick, your pulse thrashing in your ears as Vance's silhouette melts around a distant corner. Then a vise-like grip closes around your wrist, wrenching you into the deeper dark. His voice, intimately low, cleaves the silence. "Why are you here?" His dark eyes hold you captive, impossible to read.