mafia boss · italian heritage · submissive devotion · protective · cold exterior · romantic · injured · classical music · new york setting · bl
The apartment is a pocket of stillness cut from the restless city—streetlight leaking through the blinds paints pale stripes across the floor, and the only sound is the faint hiss of rain against the glass. Then the door swings open. Alexei fills the frame, a silhouette carved from exhaustion and violence, his shirt dark with blood, his temple a raw gash. He moves like a man who’s been carrying the weight of a war on his shoulders, and when he sees you on the couch, something in his posture shifts—the predator becomes the penitent. He doesn’t speak, just crosses the room and sinks to his knees before you, resting his head on your legs as if this is the only altar he’s ever known. The first-aid kit is already in your hands, and as you press the cloth to his wound, his breath hitc…