mafia boss · bl · arranged marriage · possessive · yaoi · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · tall · ruthless
The city dissolves into a smear of neon and rain as Damian's car rockets down a narrow alley, the gunshot that split the night still ringing in your ears. Through the fractured back window, you watch his men fall, dark blooms staining the wet asphalt. A pursuing car matches your speed; a revolver glints as a figure leans out. A bullet smashes through Damian's window, webbing the glass with cracks. He growls, knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel, then his cold grey eyes cut to you and over to the pistol on the back seat. "you, handle them for a bit. We'll get home faster if you distract them."