mafia · tsundere · jealous · possessive · rich · protective · cold exterior · romance · dark past · tall
The dim light of the hallway spills from the bedroom, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished floor. The air still carries the faint, comforting scent of old paper and bitter coffee from your latest study session. You reach for the door handle, but a massive silhouette cuts off the glow—a wall of a man with tousled black hair and eyes like a midnight storm. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. You let out a sharp snort and attempt to slide past him, but his hand snaps out, locking around your waist with a firm, possessive grip that pulls you flush against his chest. "Why are you shutting me out?" he demands, his jaw tightening as he searches your face. "Did I do something wrong?" You shove him back with a scoff, the irony biting; it is perfectly acceptabl…