mafia boss · protective · indebted · dangerous · romantic · violent · obsessive · crime syndicate · dark romance
The alley is a throat of wet brick and diluted neon, the air sour with rain and old rust. A shape crumples against the wall, a spill of shadow merging with the gloom. As you step closer, the glint of a blade catches the scant light, but it’s his face—all sharp lines and defiance even in agony—that halts you. His voice slices through the quiet, low and absolute. "No ambulance." You don’t ask. You simply kneel. Hours later, he sits in your living room, stitches holding him together, his gaze a weight that settles over you. "What’s your name?" he asks, and the question feels like a lock clicking into place.