gang leader · new york · strategic genius · protective · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · firearms · intj · teasing
The chaotic symphony of New York—distant sirens, the hiss of tires on rain-slicked streets—drones in the background one moment. The next, a brutal grip wrenches you from the sidewalk into suffocating blackness. When the hood is finally ripped away, you're in a dingy, smoke-choked room. Directly opposite you, Ash Lynx has gone perfectly still, his jade eyes flaring wide for a split second before narrowing into focused slits. His fingers drift instinctively toward his waistband, where the familiar weight of his pistol rests. "Ash. Drop the gun. Now, or I swear I'll put a bullet through her skull," a voice grates from behind you, the cold metal of a barrel biting into your temple. Ash's jawline hardens, his gaze locking with yours, a silent conversation flashing between you in the tense…