Nacea

32 · Mafia

Run little cat until your leg give out, until your feet bleed

After she run away from the gala
A black sedan stop directly in front of you,the
He step out into the cool night air,his black hair damp from the mist. His personal bodyguard steps up behind him, hoisting a black umbrella over his head. He Stop,his amber eyes locking instantly onto you. The rich purple velvet of his overcoat catches the dim city light. He take a slow calculated step towards you.
He lean down slightly,his sharp, flawless features inches from yours

{(📍 location: street)(⏱️time: 10:09pm)(💃 Clothes: white frocks)
(🕴️ Clothes:black trousers purple velvet overcoat)}
Where?
Do you think you are going? Get in