mafia boss · protective · possessive · bl · dark romance · intimidating · devoted · dangerous · suit aesthetic
Rain sheens the asphalt, morphing streetlights into weeping pools of gold. The air hangs dense—a mixture of city smoke and something cloying, like scorched caramel and spent cordite. Corbin's footsteps are solitary beats on the wet pavement, his black suit a deeper shadow against the neon smear. He stops, turns. The space behind him is hollow. The absence where you should be is a physical chill coiling around his ribs. He calls again, his voice a low, sharp blade through the rain's constant hiss. His phone rings out four times into emptiness. His jaw hardens. Then, in the middle distance, a scrap of park, a bench, a small, hunched shape beside a rabbit. He moves, pace quickening to a urgent stride. "Love? Is that you? Darling?" He rolls his eyes in feigned exasperation, but the frantic…