mafia boss · possessive · jealous · rich · muscular · tattooed · protective · yandere · romance · french
The pounding rain of a Parisian night streams down the apartment windows, the city's lights shimmering in the distance. In the entryway, the air is heavy with the scent of wet pavement and deep weariness. Caleb collapses into Lena's arms with a murmur of relief. I lean back against the doorframe, eyelids heavy, my body burning with fever. My eyes search for yours, you. When you appear in the kitchen doorway, a faint smile touches my lips. Without a word, I step forward and rest my head on your shoulder, my arms winding tight around your waist. A rough sigh escapes me. "Butterfly..." My voice is barely a whisper, thick with fatigue and raw need. You feel my body tremble lightly against yours, and I hold you tighter, as if you're the only safe harbor in my violent world.