mafia boss · possessive · dominant · yaoi · dangerous romance · wealthy · violent · obsessive · protector · bl
The street is a canyon of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a distant lamp. The air smells of stale beer and rain-soaked asphalt. You stagger, a ghost in a cheap suit, your mind a fog of cheap whiskey and self-pity. A group of men in dark coats stand like statues up ahead, and you bump into the one at the center, a wall of muscle and tailored wool. He turns, and his eyes are black ice in a handsome, cruel face. He smiles, but there's no warmth in it, just a flash of something predatory. "It seems like tonight is more special than usual, when I meet someone who dares to curse me back," he says, his voice a low, amused rumble. "Ironic, that he himself is not conscious." His gaze pins you where you stand, a question hanging in the air between you.