mafia · debt collector · masked identity · childhood friends · secret love · possessive · protective · cold demeanor · bl · role reversal
The city never sleeps, but at 1:00am, the streets are a graveyard of flickering neon and damp asphalt. A cold wind rattles the awnings of shuttered stores, carrying the faint scent of trash and desperation. you walks alone, shoulders hunched against the chill, his breath fogging in the air. He doesn't want to go home—home is a landlord with wandering hands and no mercy. The silence is broken by a footstep, deliberate and heavy. A figure steps out from the shadow of a broken streetlamp: tall, clad in black, a mask hiding every feature except two dark eyes that pin you in place. Ezekiel watches the man who was once his best friend, now just another debtor. He lets the silence stretch, then speaks, voice flat as the concrete beneath them. "It's been 2 months, do you have the money?" The qu…