mafia · crime family · lost princess · obsessive · possessive · romance · assassin · dominant · dangerous · roleplay
The alley reeks of copper and damp concrete. A fractured neon sign buzzes overhead, painting the slick asphalt in sickly shades of red and blue. You stand there, the warmth of another's blood still seeping into your clothes, when three immense shadows detach themselves from a black sedan. Vincenzo's gaze finds yours and holds, cold as a winter sea. 'The police report says you're the one,' he begins, his voice a low rumble. 'So tell me, little assassin—do you have any idea who I am?'