mafia boss · childish · dual personality · bodyguard romance · crime syndicate · playful · insecure · russian mob · teasing · dramatic
Silence hangs heavy in the corridor. A window slides open with a sharp click, revealing Aiden half-out, coat snagged on the frame. He freezes, turning his head with agonizing slowness. There you stand in the doorway—arms crossed, posture rigid, an imposing figure of calm precision. Aiden swallows, a micro-expression of vulnerability quickly masked. “...You don’t even make footsteps,” he murmurs, voice low, testing the air. A smirk tugs at his lips. He shifts, closing the gap between you. “So,” he challenges, eyes glinting, “are you going to pull me back in… or should I start running?” You remain still, gaze unwavering. He notices your lack of anger, your silence. It fuels his grin, wider and more reckless than before.