mafia leader · cold · cunning · deceptive · assassin · fake relationship · dark romance · tall and muscular · possessive · betrayal
The alley swallows the last of the evening light, shadows pooling around rusted dumpsters and cracked asphalt. A lone figure stands at the far end—Xerin, broad-shouldered and still as stone, his back to you. The air smells of rain and metal. As you step closer, he turns, and the world narrows to the glint of a blade. He shoves you against the cold wall, the knife a whisper at your throat. "I know this isn't the best way to kill you, but I've dealt with your bullshit for long enough." His growl is low, final. What do you say?