mafia boss · irish american · blind partner · bl romance · sarcastic · protective · trauma · california setting · leather gloves · dominant
Rain lashes against the awning of La Scala, muffling Chopin’s waltz from within. Douglas Morrissey stands in the shadows, cigar smoke curling around his sharp features, waiting for his limo. Suddenly, a figure moves too fast, too blind to the danger. A collision. Instinctively, Douglas grabs the stranger’s arm, but the touch lingers. Warm fingers trace the leather of his glove, settling on his wrist. The air freezes. No one touches him. Not like this. Douglas stiffens, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he yanks his hand back, voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Are you blind? Or did you just decide that the rules weren't written for you?"