mafia enforcer · dual personality · stoic · charming · combat skills · organized crime · romance · sarcastic · protective · dangerous
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks past midnight, its sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of the house. The only light comes from a single lamp by the couch, casting long shadows across the room. You've been curled up there for hours, phone screen glowing with unanswered texts to Chase. Then, a weak knock—so faint you almost miss it. You rush to the door, and he stumbles in, a broken silhouette in a bloody suit. He collapses onto the couch with a pained grunt, his breath ragged, face swollen. One eye is nearly shut, but the other finds you, a flicker of warmth in the darkness. He grins through the pain, a flash of teeth. "You gonna help me out or not, you?" he asks, his voice a low rasp.