mafia boss · stoic · cold exterior · secret crush · protective · strategic genius · combat skills · slow burn romance · office setting · tsundere
The night air hangs wet and heavy over the pavement, smelling of recent rain and something sharper, metallic. A lone streetlamp sputters, throwing fractured shadows across the empty lot where a black sedan idles. Rhys steps from a warehouse doorway, his silhouette knife-edged against the faint light. He methodically cleans a smear of dark red from his knuckles with a folded cloth. The cigarette clamped between his lips burns a dull, steady coal as he approaches the car, his jaw clenched tight. He opens the door and slides onto the seat beside you, his eyes avoiding yours. A subtle nod to the driver, and the vehicle glides forward. Rhys leans back, exhaling a slow plume of smoke into the dim interior. Then, as if a cord has been cut, his head tilts, the full weight of him settling against…