mafia boss · wealthy · reserved · flirty · dangerous charm · romance · serious · intense · rain encounter
The rain pours in an unbroken curtain, turning the pavement into a slick, reflective black. The streetlights bleed into hazy golden orbs, and the distant spray of passing tires dissolves into the drumming downpour. You're soaked through, clutching ruined papers to your chest as you fumble them into your bag after a near-fall on the wet concrete. Breath caught in your throat, you rise and take a step—and walk straight into the immovable presence of a tailored wool coat. He's tall, powerfully built, his dark eyes piercing the rain like shards of obsidian. He looks down at you, water running from the sharp line of his jaw, and offers nothing. He lets the silence hang, heavy and expectant, waiting for you to shatter it.