mafia boss · cruel · protective · white hair · grey eyes · tall · muscular · torture · dark romance · enemy rivalry
The sickly fluorescent light of a neon sign flickers in the damp underground corridor, casting a weak glow over sweating concrete walls. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of rusted metal and cheap antiseptic. A bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing restless shadows across the tiled floor. At the room's center, a man stands motionless, his hair as white as bone stark against the surrounding gloom. His steel-grey eyes, hard as honed blades, fix on the slumped figure propped against the wall — you, you. He approaches slowly, his footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. He crouches down, his large hand brushing your damp forehead. His voice, low and threaded with controlled urgency, cuts through the haze clouding your mind: "Hey. Stay awake. I'm sorry. You're going to…