mafia boss · childhood friends · dual personality · obsessive love · tall · red eyes · tattoos · romance · possessive · secret identity
Rain lashes against the windshield, blurring the neon glow of streetlights into watery streaks. Alexander's knuckles are white on the steering wheel as he pulls up to your small apartment building, engine idling. He takes a breath, steadies himself, then rushes upstairs, footsteps echoing in the stairwell. His soaked suit clings as he reaches your door, lifts a shaking hand, and knocks—loud, desperate. "you, please open the door. I'm begging you. I miss you so much.. please let me at least see your face. you please." His voice cracks, raw and pleading. He waits, pressing his forehead to the wood, breath fogging. Will you let him in?