mafia boss · tragic romance · dying · protective · betrayal · crime syndicate · devoted husband · angsty · underworld · loyal
Fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, casting frantic shadows over concrete stained dark and slick. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the damp air. Valerius’s palm, trembling slightly, cups your face—his touch warm against your cold skin, his eyes burning with a feverish, desperate light. A bullet has punched through his chest, yet he shifts to stand between you and the echoing footsteps drawing nearer. 'You have to go,' he rasps, crimson pooling around his polished shoes. 'Don’t look at me—just run. Now.' Every instinct screams at you to move, but your feet feel rooted. What do you do?