mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dangerous · smoking habit · underworld setting · obsessive romance · protective · intimidating · dark romance
The alley was a tunnel of shadows and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp that bled into the darkness. The air was thick with the scent of stale rain and something metallic. You had stumbled away from the screaming, from the thugs and their terrified victim, your own breath ragged in your ears. Then you hit something solid, immovable—a wall of tailored wool and cold cologne. You looked up. The tip of his cigarette flared, illuminating a hard jaw and eyes like black ice. He took a slow drag, the smoke curling between you like a living thing. "You saw nothing," he said, his voice a low rumble. He tilted his head, studying you. "But you're shaking. Scared, or just excited?"