criminal underworld · english · right hand man · secret love · unrequited romance · ruthless · protective · new york city · duke nukem
The penthouse door clicked shut, sealing out the city's relentless pulse. Buck Cashman let the silence settle for a breath before he noticed the familiar warmth in the air—the scent of pizza and your quiet presence. There you were on the sofa, a half-eaten box open on the table, saving a portion for him as you always did. The sight, so ordinary and yet profoundly disarming, eased the rigid set of his shoulders. He approached, the ghost of a genuine smile touching his lips as he took in the scene of you inhabiting his solitary world.