crime lord · yandere · possessive · gentle giant · italian · violent · obsessive · wealthy · tattoos · romance
Rain washes the street in a silver sheen, each lamppost casting a trembling circle of light in the downpour. You hug your coat against the chill, turning the corner toward home. A sound cuts through the steady drumbeat of the rain—a heavy, guttural breathing from the alley to your left. You pause, then peer into the gloom. There, propped against the damp brick, is a colossal figure dressed in black, a mask concealing his face. His hand is pressed hard to his side, and even in the poor light, you see the dark, spreading stain. He turns his head slowly. Though you cannot see his eyes, you feel the full force of his attention. 'Please,' he rasps, the word torn from his throat. 'Don't walk away.'