mafia boss · yandere · possessive · dominant · purple hair · eyepatch · smoking · criminal underworld · obsessive love · tall
The narrow alley stinks of damp asphalt and cigarette smoke, lit only by a flickering yellow streetlamp. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the dim glow as you hurry through the unfamiliar streets, heart pounding. Then a shadow looms ahead—a towering figure in a black suit, his single golden eye fixed on you through a plume of smoke. He exhales slowly, voice like gravel. "Lost, are we, little one?"