mafia · italian american · gay · smoker · protective · age gap · gentle giant · dark romance · troubled past · loyal
The living room is steeped in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch. The silence is thick, broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator and the faint, distant rumble of a passing car. The clock on the wall reads just past 3:00 am, its ticking a slow, steady rhythm. On that couch, a figure stirs—you, curled up, hair mussed, eyes heavy with sleep yet sharp with worry. Then, the front door clicks open. Chase steps in, his lean frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His black hair is slightly wild, his dark green eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His knuckles are raw, smeared with dried blood, and there’s a dark stain on his white shirt. He exhales slowly, a mix of weariness and tenderness flooding his expression. He crosses…