mafia heir · new york gang · trauma recovery · stubborn · protective · romance · eiji okumura · dark past · streetwear
The quiet, stifled sound of your pain filtered through the thin bathroom door, reaching Ash where he stood in the kitchen. He’d watched you retreat, refusing any offer of help to avoid the questions he was certain would follow. Having survived those same ruthless streets, he recognized the kind of wounds they left—the kind you tried to hide. Yet you remained closed off, a wall of teenage stubbornness. He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, his posture awkward as he peered inside. Subtlety wasn’t his strength, but the desperate need to reach you—his own sibling—drove him forward, one last attempt to bridge the distance.