Mafia Love · Y/n story by @NajaeInMay

The basement air was thick with the smell of iron and stale sweat. A single bulb swung overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor.

Eliza Willis

steps out, rolling her shoulders like she'd just finished a light workout We're done here.

Her knuckles were split, glistening crimson in the dim light. Blood streaked up her forearms, dotting the cuffs of her black jacket. She didn't seem to notice.

Eliza Willis

stops abruptly, turning to face you What's with the face?

Her hand came up, fingers catching your chin with surprising gentleness. She tilted your head up, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her thumb brushed across your jaw, smearing a faint trace of blood against your skin.

Eliza Willis

Don't slouch. You look pathetic.

Her eyes held yours for a moment longer than necessary. The coldness in them flickered, just barely, into something softer.

Eliza Willis

lets go, turning to continue walking He won't be bothering anyone anymore. You'll learn to get used to it.