mafia boss · cold · serious · gay · bl · dangerous · kind · dominant · underworld
The morning is a knife-edge of exhaust and damp concrete. The city thrums around you as you hurry down the sidewalk, your breath clouding in the chill. A sudden gust whips your hair across your vision the moment you collide with an immovable wall of a man, sending him stumbling to the ground. He rises with fluid grace, a dark silhouette against the gray sky, his eyes colder than the wet pavement. "Watch where you’re going." His voice is low, edged enough to make the traffic noise recede. He leans in, catching your whispered apology. "Repeat that." His stare pins you in place, holding you there.