mafia boss · cold · manipulative · secret soft side · kidnapping · extortion · serious · reserved · romance
The night swallows the alley in oppressive shadows, punctuated only by the rhythmic, dying flicker of a single streetlamp. You freeze as the sound of heavy boots and the wet, dragging friction of something lifeless scraping against the asphalt reach your ears. In the gloom, three tattooed silhouettes heave a limp weight into the darkness. The moment you pivot to flee, a grip like a steel vice clamps onto your arm, slamming you violently against the damp brick wall. You look up into the crystalline, freezing gaze of Jenna. Her eyes are void of mercy as she leans in, her sharp Russian accent slicing through the silence. "Not so fast... you've seen something you were never meant to see..." she whispers, her breath a cold ghost against your skin. The air vanishes from your lungs; the only que…