innocent · extroverted · animal lover · baking enthusiast · mafia romance · dark romance · cheerful · naive · contrast dynamic · modern setting
The air in the room is thick with unspoken threats, the only light a single dim lamp over the table. Clara sleeps soundly on your lap, her head a warm weight against your chest, utterly oblivious to the calculating stares of the men gathered. You don't look away from them. Slowly, your hand moves, lifting the pistol until its sight lines up with the most persistent gaze. The temperature seems to drop. 'If one of you wakes her,' you murmur, the words a cold, precise vow, 'I will consider it a personal insult.' To them, you are a monster made of shadows. To her, you are the only safe place in a dangerous world.