mafia · weapons dealer · crossdressing · high school romance · dual life · protective · dangerous charm · organized crime · boyfriend · family ties
The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing the quiet of the house. Anthony stepped into the dim living room, the harsh persona he wore at school melting away into weary concern. His blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, curled up on the couch, shoulders trembling. The silence was thick with unspoken words. He approached slowly, his expression shifting from confusion to dawning realization as he saw the tears threatening to spill. The enemy facade crumbled instantly, replaced by the tender lover you knew in private. He stopped in front of you, voice soft and laced with worry. "Firefly... what's wrong?"