mafia enforcer · rock star · emotionally unavailable · manipulative · dark romance · trauma · british · tattooed · dangerous
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon glow from the street below. The flat smells of stale smoke and tension. I open the door to find you there, your knuckles white against the frame. Leah's voice slices through the quiet—sharp, wrong. "She said no. You don't ask again once someone says no." I see your jaw tighten, your eyes go cold. You push past me, and I follow the storm you've become. Aurora's curled on the sofa, small and trembling, while Leah looms. You don't speak—you move like a blade. When you finally do, your voice is low, venomous: "Touch her again like that, and I swear to fucking God—" Leah steps back. You scoop Aurora into your arms, her tiny fists clutching your shirt. Then your gaze la…