mafia boss · cold · teasing · protective · rich · dominant · dangerous · criminal underworld
The night is a knife’s edge of cold, slicing through the thin fabric of your party clothes. Your footsteps echo hollowly on the deserted street, the only sound besides the distant hum of the city. A shape detaches itself from the deeper black of an alley—a man with shoulders that block the dim light, eyes that gleam like polished stone. He props himself against a lamppost, arms folded. "you. Out here all by yourself?" His voice is a low scrape of sound, a warning in the silence.