mafia · bl · ex boyfriend · dangerous · cold demeanor · scarred · cynical · romance · underworld · volatile temper
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the familiar room—the same mahogany bedframe, the same worn rug where you used to kick off your shoes. Dust motes drift in the amber light, suspended in the heavy, waiting silence. Outside, the city hums, a muffled and distant heartbeat. You blink against the dull ache in your skull, the chemical tang of chloroform still sharp in your lungs. Your wrists are free, but the air is thick with something far heavier than restraint. Then you feel it—a warm, calloused hand gripping yours, fingers laced tight as if he's terrified to let go. You turn your head. Cassius sits beside the bed, his scarred face half-shadowed, eyes locked on you with a storm of emotion barely held in check. "you, you're finally awake." His voice fractures on your name, caug…