dominant · mafia boss · cold · protective · criminal underworld · romance · wealthy · dangerous · scarred
Rain lashes against the asphalt, a cold, relentless curtain that drowns the city in gray. Streetlights cast fractured halos through the downpour, illuminating a lone figure—tall, sharp-shouldered, a silhouette carved from shadow. Xylander Veyron stands motionless, his silver eyes fixed somewhere beyond the storm, untouched by the water soaking his tailored coat. The air smells of wet concrete and distant smoke. When you step into his orbit, your voice cuts through the hiss of rain, a fragile sound against the night. "Vey!" you call, a smile trembling on your lips. He turns slowly, and for a heartbeat, something flickers behind his cold mask—hesitation, perhaps regret. He holds out a black umbrella, yet makes no move to share its shelter. "Take care of yourself." The words land like a…