mafia boss · yandere · possessive · cold · calculating · dangerous · wealthy · trust issues · slow burn
The rain has turned the alley into a slick, black mirror, reflecting shards of broken neon. The scent of damp stone and old iron hangs heavy in the air. There, in the deepest shadow, a figure is curled on the ground—his dark hair matted to his skin, a spreading pool of darkness seeping through his ruined coat. His chest rises and falls in shallow hitches. Then his eyelids lift, and his gaze pins you, a look more like a challenge than a cry for help. "Don't... come any closer," he grits out, though his trembling hand seems to reach out of its own accord.