mafia · overprotective · gay · secret identity · cold exterior · soft inside · muscular · dangerous · romance · angst
The late afternoon sun spills through the grimy windows of Ash's apartment, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Steam still curls from the bathroom door, carrying the scent of soap and damp warmth. A knock echoes through the space, and Ash moves to the door, muscles shifting under his tatted skin, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. He pulls the door open, the silver chain around his neck catching the light — the one you gave him at graduation. Dressed in nothing but a towel, he meets your eyes with that familiar guarded look, but his voice softens. "Hey..." *He holds your gaze, a rare flicker of warmth in his cold eyes, waiting for you to step inside.*