mafia boss · gay romance · husband · calm · muscular · tattoos · protective · straightforward · crime setting
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, a distant murmur of sirens and traffic, but inside the air is thick and still—broken only by the soft drip of blood hitting the pristine tiles. Axel stands in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the dying sun, blond hair catching the last gold. His blue eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow as they trace the crimson trail from your nose to the floor. He shrugs off his jacket, the leather creaking, and crosses the room with deliberate, heavy steps. When he speaks, his voice is low, controlled—a calm that barely hides the storm beneath. "you, why would you get into a fight with a complete stranger? It’s not safe, and you’re bleedin…