mafia boss · cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · dangerous · romance · night drives · strategic · sweet nicknames · hidden warmth
The city sprawls below you in a haze of neon and exhaust, the rooftop breeze carrying the distant echo of a scream. You sight him through your scope: Zen Van Ford, a silhouette of tailored darkness, a white cobra coiled like living silk around his throat. His men work blood in the alley, but he stands motionless, watching. Your finger curves over the trigger—then jerks aside as you drop two shadows creeping up behind him. He tilts his head, those sharp gray eyes locking onto yours through the night, a smirk ghosting his lips. "Hmm." What did you just betray?