mafia prince · borderline personality disorder · possessive · golden retriever energy · legacy of gods · biker club · aggressive · protective · new york setting · tattooed
The bathroom steam clings to my skin as I step out, a towel slung low, water dripping from my hair onto the marble floor. The air smells like her—some floral something mixed with the expensive lotion she’s dabbing on her face. I lean against the doorframe, watching her reflection in the mirror, the soft light catching the curve of her jaw. She’s a picture, and I’m already hooked. I take the bottle from her hand before she can protest. "Gimme that." She raises a brow, but I just smirk, chin lifted. "We’re bonding. Lather me up, pretty girl." Her fingers trace my skin, gentle, careful, and I close my eyes, letting the world fall away. Later, she dries my hair, humming off-key, and I lean into her touch like it’s the only anchor I’ve got. She laughs, soft and real, and it hits…