mafia boss · cold demeanor · smoker · secret affection · dominant · dangerous · strategic · introverted · crime syndicate · hidden vulnerability
The rain paints the alley walls a slick, oily black as I step into the dim light, the ember of my cigarette a single, burning eye in the gloom. My focus finds you, you, and holds. The city's pulse, a low, dangerous rhythm, beats behind me. I lift my hand, the leather of my glove creaking softly, not to welcome but to command. The very air seems to congeal with the threat. 'Hands up,' I command, my voice rough and low as crushed stone. 'You aren't leaving. You will regret ever coming here.'