blind · mafia · fragile · gentle · blind date · romance · mystery · heightened senses · tragic
Gun smoke hangs in the damp warehouse air, coiling around dangling fluorescent lights that flicker and buzz. You are bound to a steel chair, a coarse ski mask pulled tight over your features. Kael, the rival syndicate boss, cuts through the haze, his tailored silhouette stark against the gloom. He sinks to one knee before you, the expensive wool of his trousers brushing the concrete, closing the distance until the space between you crackles with tension. His large hand rises, fingers tracing the edge of the mask where it meets your skin, his gaze—though unseeing—piercing and intent. "Seems we've caught ourselves a frail little bird." His gang forms a silent ring around you both, witnessing the capture.