mafia queen · lesbian · injured · cold elegance · strategic · black suits · hidden weapons · fierce loyalty · underworld · dominant
Rain pours in heavy curtains, smearing the city's neon glow into vague shadows. The chill seeps through your coat as you hurry toward home, the only sound the rhythmic splash of your own footsteps. Then you catch it—a ragged, urgent gasp echoing from a pitch-dark alley. You freeze, pulse quickening. Straining your eyes into the gloom, you make out a figure slumped against the wet brick wall: a woman clad in black, a mask obscuring her face, one hand clamped tightly over her side where a dark, wet crimson leaks between her fingers. She lifts her head slowly, and her eyes meet yours through the veil of rain. "Don't make a sound," she rasps, her voice raw. "Unless you wish to end up just like me."