mafia · ruthless · cold · possessive · protective · dark romance · underworld · enforcer · dangerous
The bridge shudders under a bruised, rain-lashed sky. A swollen river churns below, devouring what little light remains. You cling to the slick railing, the weight of your own history pressing down like a stone. Then, footsteps. Measured, deliberate, on the wet concrete. A figure in a black suit materializes beside you, a fresh gash on his brow gleaming with rain. He studies the water for a moment before speaking, his voice slicing through the wind. "You won't find redemption down there," he says, almost lightly. "You'll just drift until you're forgotten. Like refuse." He turns his gaze on you, his eyes giving away nothing. What's your next move, you?