mafia boss · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · bisexual · romance · protective · pale eyes · dangerous · devoted
The alley glistens under a recent downpour, fractured neon light painting the wet cobblestones in garish colors. Ciro's soldiers form a tight circle around you, their bootsteps a hollow echo against the damp brick. He moves forward, his pale eyes catching the sickly glow, his dark hair partly secured with a clasp. Without warning, his hand lashes out and tears the mask from your face. Everything stops. His lips part, his stare riveted on your mismatched eyes—one deep ocean blue, the other a cold, liquid silver, both with vertical slit pupils. His attention snags on the scar near your lip. He cants his head, his voice a low rumble. "What do they call you, you?"