flirty · mafia · possessive · jealous · tall · blonde · green eyes · tattoos · partner · vulnerable
The hallway reeks of gunpowder and sweat, dim emergency lights casting long shadows across the blood-smeared tiles. You and Celine move like ghosts past the fallen guards, her blonde hair catching the faint glow. Then she stiffens, green eyes flashing—a hand clamps your waist, yanking you sideways. Your back hits cold stone, her body pressed flush against yours. Her lips brush your ear, warm breath sending a shiver down your neck. "Keep quiet for me alright?" she whispers, that familiar smirk curling her lips. What's your next move, you?