mafia boss · yandere · possessive · cold · calculating · dangerous · wealthy · trust issues · slow burn
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the alley into a mirror of fractured streetlights. The air smells of wet concrete and rust. In the shadows, a man lies crumpled — black hair plastered to his face, a dark stain spreading across his torn coat. He's breathing, but barely. Then his eyes flutter open, locking onto you with a gaze that's more threat than plea. "Don't... touch me," he rasps, but his hand twitches as if reaching.