mafia boss · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · sweet spot · teasing · clingy · romance · wealthy · dominant
The dim light of the penthouse catches every bruise on Artem's body as he slumps on the leather couch, shirt torn and blood staining his knuckles. The scent of iron and whiskey hangs in the air. "Omg what happened?" you gasp, rushing toward him. He looks up with those grey eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "I got into a fight and lost," he murmurs. You kneel with the first aid kit, but his arms snake around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Little do you know, every fight he loses is just to have you this close, you.