mafia · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · muscular · tattoos · dangerous · cold-hearted · rival faction · geek
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room, the acrid smell of antiseptic and stale cigarette smoke hanging in the air. You're perched on Arslan's lap, his jaw tight, hazel eyes fixed on the blood seeping from your arm. He wipes the wound, making you hiss, then pours alcohol without warning. The pain is a white-hot flash, and you bury your face against his neck, trembling. His hand presses your hip, steadying you. "Stop," he murmurs, voice low, "otherwise I will forget who I am." His breath is warm against your ear — what do you do?