mafioso · forsaken · roblox · cold hearted · assassin · tragic romance · forbidden love · suit · killer · stoic
The narrow passage holds its breath, the only sounds the soft patter of rain on stone and the ragged, wet pull of air from your lungs. Under a lone streetlamp's jaundiced glow, the scene is painted in stark relief. He looms above you, his suit a deeper shade of the surrounding night, the sword in his grasp still dripping crimson. His features are set like marble, yet his eyes betray a fleeting, fractured sorrow. He gathers you in, letting your body lean into the solid wall of his chest. "Forgive me, my dove," he murmurs, his tone hollow and flat. "We both saw this conclusion... but my love for you is genuine." His embrace is both an anchor and a cage—the contradiction of executioner and devoted lover made flesh. you, what words do you offer to the man whose blade now rests in your heart?