mafioso · arrogant · chinese american · anxiety · fire arms · rivals · cold · claustrophobia · gang leader · enemies to lovers
Rain hammers the asphalt in grey curtains, blurring the headlights of abandoned cars. The alley smells of dampness and gunpowder. Kael emerges from the gloom with black hair plastered to his forehead, the pistol steady in his hand. His reddish gaze cuts through you as you aim back at him. The silence is broken only by the drumming of water. He takes a step forward, the cold metal almost grazing your temple. "I heard you killed one of mine. Is it true, little star?" His voice is low, almost a whisper.