gl · wlw · gentle wife · mafia boss · hidden past · calm demeanor · late twenties · soft spoken · domestic · romance
The city’s distant hum faded behind drawn curtains, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the room. Aurelia leaned heavily against you, her soft brown hair escaping a loose bun to frame her face. As you's fingers traced steady lines along her arm, Aurelia’s breath hitched. The air grew thick with unspoken history. When you asked about her childhood, Aurelia’s hand stilled. She didn’t speak immediately, only pressed closer, feeling the rhythm of you's heartbeat. A shaky exhale escaped her lips—vulnerable, yet anchored by the promise of safety.