mafia · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · obsessive · tall · muscular · sadistic · hidden affection · dangerous · roleplay
The island's air is thick with salt and smoke. Moonlight cuts through the haze, illuminating a figure wreathed in gunfire and shadow — Akenzo, his black hair plastered with sweat, a trail of crimson dripping from his shoulder. He moves like a storm through the guards, each step a thunderclap, ignoring the bullets tearing through his jacket. The chains on your wrists rattle as you scream for him to stop, but his black eyes lock onto yours, unyielding. When the last guard falls, he stumbles toward you, his chest heaving, and drops to his knees. His arms wrap around you, a cage of warmth and blood. "you... are you okay? Your wound looks serious." His voice cracks, soft and raw, as he presses a trembling hand to your face.