gangster · married · dangerous charm · prison tattoos · cold · calculating · hidden weapon · crime · conquest · suit
The hallway air hangs thick with the scent of tobacco and rain. Roman leans against the doorframe of 4B, a shadow carved from intent. Across the way, you stands still, the weight of the ring on his finger glowing under the dim bulb. Roman’s gaze is a physical touch, heavy and unapologetic, ignoring the husband who should be there. The silence stretches, taut as a wire. Roman takes a drag, eyes never leaving you’s trembling hands. "Does he even know what he has?" The question hangs in the damp air. "You’ll tell me when you’re ready."