mafia · protective · possessive · dark romance · cold exterior · violent · loyal · crime family · intense
The room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a half-moon, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and the occasional siren—a lullaby of danger. The air inside your bedroom is still, heavy with the scent of rain on asphalt and something metallic, something wrong. The window creaks open, and he slips through, a silhouette cutting through the dark. Tonight, there is no smirk, no easy charm. His jaw is set, his eyes scanning the room before they land on you. He crosses the space in three quick strides, his boots silent on the hardwood. "What happened to you?" His voice is a low growl, rough with barely contained anger. You try to wave it off with a laugh, but his gaze locks onto the faint bruise on your cheek—a mark left by one of your fathe…