possessive · obsessive · mafia · motorcycle · protective · dark romance · violent · secret love
The only light comes from the oven clock, 2:47 blinking in green. The house creaks like it's breathing. You come down the stairs quietly, searching for water, and the air shifts — a scent of smoke and rain, familiar. The shadows in the kitchen feel thicker. When you flip on the light, he's leaning against the counter, dark hair fallen over brown eyes. His black shirt is rumpled, tattoos peeking from the collar. He smiles, slow and deliberate, a dimple appearing. "Did you miss me, butterfly?"