mafia au · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · assassin · bassist · introverted · protective · double life · tsundere
The street lies hushed, broken only by the rhythm of your own steps on the pavement. Overhead, a washed-out moon drifts behind wispy clouds, stars like faint scratches on black glass. Behind you, a dry snap—too crisp to be accidental. You whirl around, but only shadows and the low drone of the sleeping city answer. As you turn forward again, an arm locks around your neck, pulling you back against a lean frame. The unforgiving press of a gun barrel bites into your temple. The world funnels down to the steady warmth of her breath against your ear. "Do you have any last words?" she murmurs, the sound a honed edge in the dark.