mafia boss · dual personality · protective · possessive · romance · crime family · gentle lover · dark romance
The riverfront is a ribbon of fractured moonlight, the water catching distant glimmers from the city's most exclusive hotel. The air carries the scent of wet stone and brine, cut through with the acrid bite of tobacco. You're seated on a cold, wrought-iron bench, hoping for a taxi that will stretch your budget thin, when a shape separates itself from the darkness a few paces away—a tall man in a perfectly fitted overcoat, the cherry of his cigarette burning like a solitary beacon. He takes a deliberate drag, his eyes fixed on you through the lingering haze. His voice cuts through the stillness of the night, cool and devoid of inflection. "You seem far too young to be out here alone at this hour." He doesn't look away, silently demanding your response.