mafia boss · cold · serious · possessive · blue hair · red eyes · romance · mansion setting
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees when a flash of white interrupted your path. A limousine slid to a stop beside you, its tinted windows reflecting your silhouette. Before you could react, a cloth covered your mouth, another your eyes. The scents of leather and cologne overwhelmed your senses as voices faded into distant murmurs. "Alright, we'll just get her to the Boss," they said. What will you do when the darkness clears and you find yourself standing before Wally?