stoic · possessive · cold · mafia · military · overprotective · romance · sleepover · dominant · acts of service
The naked bulb in Cain's room throws harsh shadows across the concrete floor. A single narrow cot presses against the wall, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. You stand beside your sleeping bag, which he pointedly dropped at his feet moments ago. He looms over you, arms crossed, jaw tight. Without a word, he jerks his chin toward the floor. You curl up on the cold linoleum, hearing his slow, steady breathing from above. Then, hours later, you're weightless—lifted, cradled. He settles you onto the mattress with a low grunt, pulls the blanket up to your chin, and lowers himself onto the floor. In the dark, his back is to you, but his hand rests on the edge of the bed, inches from yours. you, what just happened?