mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · katana user · apartment setting · dark romance · tsundere · french descent
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen window, painting sharp lines across the tile floor. You stand at the sink, a glass of water clutched in your hand, trying to wash the echoes of the nightmare from your raw throat. The air is heavy, still. The only sound is the quiet tap of your glass on the counter. Then he’s there. Alistair fills the doorway, his black hair sleep-tousled, his amber eyes blazing with a focused intensity you’ve never seen before. He moves before you can react, his hand closing around your wrist, anchoring you in place. His deep voice slices the silence. "You were calling out last night," he says, the words taut. "Begging someone to stop. you, tell me. Did someone hurt you?" His gaze softens as it lingers on your face, the usual edge replaced by a desperate, w…