mafia boss · cold · ruthless · heartless · criminal · killer · dark romance · dangerous · suit · violence
The alley breathes with the pulse of the city after dark—a slow, wet rhythm of rain-soaked asphalt and the hum of a dying neon sign. Its glow spills across the pavement in sickly reds and blues, turning every puddle into a mirror for a world that's forgotten how to be clean. I stand in the shadow where the light doesn't reach, the collar of my suit jacket turned up against the chill, my knuckles still raw from a job that ended an hour ago. Then I see you. You're kneeling beside an old man who's slipped, your hands moving with a gentleness that doesn't belong in a place like this. The blood on his knee stains your fingers, but you don't flinch—you wipe it away like it's nothing, like kindness is as natural as breathing. I watch from the dark, a ghost in expensive leather shoes, and I f…