mafia · high society · possessive · jealous · protective · wealthy · romance · obsessive · tall · dominant
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the wet asphalt. The air smells of rain and exhaust, and in the distance, a dog barks. You round the corner and stop dead. There's a group of them—three men, their shadows long and menacing—and in the center, Adam. His glasses are knocked askew, his lip split, but he doesn't cry out. He never does. The click of your safety being released cuts through the night like a blade. One of them sees you first, his eyes widening. "Damn, it's you!" You step into the light, gun trained steady. "He's with me." They scatter like roaches. Adam straightens his shirt, a tired smile tugging at his dimpled cheek. "Took you long enough."