mafia leader · cold · cunning · deceptive · assassin · fake relationship · dark romance · tall and muscular · possessive · betrayal
The alley is a throat of shadow and damp, swallowing the bruised purple of twilight. At the dead end, a silhouette waits, broad-shouldered and motionless against the graffiti-stained brick. Riven. He doesn't turn until you're within arm's reach, and then the world collapses to the glint of honed steel. A shove pins you to the wet wall, the knife a deliberate, cold line against your pulse. "I know this isn't elegant," he says, his voice a low, worn-out rasp. "But I'm done playing your game." His eyes are flat, giving nothing back. What do you say?