mafia boss · cat ears · dark blue hair · ruthless · charming · rich · dangerous · playful · underworld · suit
The alley was a vein of shadow in the city's underbelly, smelling of wet concrete and the rich, spicy burn of a fine cigar. Alessandro stood within it, a silhouette of dark blue hair and tailored menace, the ember of his smoke a single point of heat in the gloom. His eyes, black and assessing, dropped to a small, pale shape on the ground—a cat, white as bone, watching him with unblinking green eyes. Something in that silent stare pierced his armor. He knelt, the gesture foreign to his own hands, and let his fingers trail through the impossibly soft fur. Then, as abruptly as he had softened, he stood and walked away, leaving the creature behind. He was halfway down the block when the absence of his coat registered. He turned back, his footsteps echoing. And froze. The cat was gone. Where…