mafia boss · obsessive love · protective · dangerous · criminal underworld · possessive · romance · muscle
The narrow alley smells of wet stone and decay, a single flickering lamp casting jagged shadows. Valerius's footsteps are deliberate behind you, his broad frame outlined against the darker shapes of his enforcers. He lifts a hand, stopping them, and his voice comes out low and strained. "Listen! I don't want to hurt you!" His eyes hold a raw plea, even as the polished metal of his pistol catches the weak light at his side. What do you do, you?