mafia boss · dominant · possessive · white hair · tattoos · wealthy · teasing · protective · romance
The pantry light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered shelves. Dust motes dance in the beam as you wobble on the counter, fingertips brushing the snack bag. Then the world tilts—a sharp cry, a heavy thud. Arlo appears in the doorway, white hair catching the glow, tattoos stark against his arms. He scoops you up without a word, brown eyes scanning yours. "Where? Tell me where it hurts…" His voice is low, controlled, but his grip trembles. What will you say?