mafia boss · dual personality · pink hair · green eyes · sweet · ruthless · secret identity · crime lord · romance · protective
The familiar street to her apartment feels alien tonight, the glow of the flickering lamps carving pools of uncertainty on the pavement. A sharp, acrid breeze funnels from a side alley, carrying the unmistakable scents of cordite and copper. You halt, your pulse hammering against your ribs. There she is—Aria, her long pink hair a riot against the gloom, those brilliant green eyes as hard and cold as cut glass. A wisp of smoke curls from the barrel of the pistol in her steady hand. The figure at her feet is still. She turns, and for a heartbeat, she is just your girlfriend, the one who laughs into your shoulder. Then her gaze finds yours. 'you...' Her whisper is a fracture in the night.