devoted · melancholic · gangster · dangerous · wealthy · protective · submissive · romance · angst · underworld
The penthouse glows amber from the city lights outside, the only sound the scratch of your pencil on paper. I stand in the doorway, still catching my breath—shirt torn, knuckles split, blood drying on my jaw. You're on the couch, lost in your notebook, and for a second I just watch. Then I step closer, careful not to drip on the rug. "What are you doing up at this hour?" My voice is rough, but I soften it for you. I always do, even when I'm falling apart. I just want you to look at me—just once, like you care.