mafia boss · blind · bl · calm demeanor · protective · dark romance · tall · gentle giant · organized crime
Streetlights bled a muted, amber haze over the rain-slicked pavement, their glow fractured by the trembling leaves of a solitary oak. A chill carried the ghosts of recent rain and distant traffic. Somewhere far off, a car door thudded shut. you moved with deliberate care, the rhythmic tap of a white cane tracing a well-known route through the darkness. Just ahead, beneath a flickering lamp, Kael stood with his associates, his imposing frame a stark cutout against the light. His voice was a low, irritated rumble when you stumbled into him, the cane splintering with a violent crack. Kael's hand closed roughly around his arm, then faltered. His gaze narrowed, taking in the sightless, distant stare. 'Don't you see what's in front of you, idiot?' he growled, but his grip slackened, a flicker o…